Chapter 57: Chapter 57

　　They both stopped as they entered the open planned living area. Mirage was in the kitchen cooking over the stove, dressed in skin-tight leggings and a mid-drift top, her hair piled in a messy bun at the top of her head.

　　“Cold shower worked?” Vice murmured. “I am considering taking one myself.”

　　“Effects have worn off,” Victor replied ruefully. “Might need another.”

　　“Oh, hey,” she glanced over her shoulder. “I am making omelettes.”

　　“We will set the table,” Vice offered, pulling a lustful face at Victor as Mirage turned back to her cooking. “Did you sleep well?”

　　“Great,” she replied lightly. “It is so quiet here. I have been bouncing around hotels and motels for a few months now, and they are never quiet.”

　　“You don’t own property?” Vice set the table as Victor brewed coffee.

　　“I do,” she flipped the omelette. “But the addresses were leaked to the press. I move around a lot, to avoid, you know,” she shrugged. “Photographers.”