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“Ben is testing different batches of O,” I interrupt and point to my face. “That’s how I got these.”
Landon furrows his brow and opens his mouth to say something but stops himself. He sighs instead and shakes his head. “Okay. No more vigilante stuff. You’re not a fucking cop; you can’t pull shit then expect to not be arrested. We work together from now on. We communicate.”
“For Skylar,” I mumble.
Fuck, I’m tired.
Landon rubs at his eyes and exhales. “Yes. For Skylar,” he says slowly. He shuts his laptop and moves to stand up. “Just get some sleep,” he says. “And you can go with me tomorrow.”
“Go where?” I ask.
“To talk to her ex.”
My inner Alpha roars. “Fuck, yes. Let’s go right now.”
I’d love to tear the head off the fucker that made Skylar think she wasn’t good enough.
The asshole that made her insecure and unsure that we would want her.
Landon rolls his eyes. “Sleep first. I don’t want to have to rip you off of him.”
“Do you think he’s involved?” I ask. “Do you have anything else on him since we last checked?”
Landon shakes his head. “No, not at all. But it doesn’t hurt to cover our bases.” He heads to the front door and glances at me. “There’s so much to do,” he says quietly. “I’ve never seen so many disappearances.”
“Yeah,” I mumble. “It’s fucked up.”
As much as Ben annoys me, I’m glad he’s the buffer between us and the police. Usually, they’ll find a reason to not include us, but with Ben having our backs, it makes working with them much easier.
I suppose I owe him my thanks.
Maybe one day.
“I’ll call you in the morning,” Landon says. “Get some sleep.”
The door closes behind him, and I’m left alone in Skylar’s house.
I replay everything in my head, every bit of knowledge I have so far, but I’m stuck.
When I finally allow myself to lie down on her couch, guilt gnaws at me.
I could do more. I could be out right now, questioning more people.
Demanding more information from dealers.
Getting more samples of O.
I’ve never liked waiting on fucking test results.
What if her blood is in those batches?
“Fuck,” I mutter to myself, my hands starting to shake again. A migraine forms behind my eyes, and panic sets in.
You failed her. You didn’t protect her.
Wherever she is, she probably doesn’t have access to suppressants.
If an Alpha took her….
