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Dr. Funkle grins at me, mistaking my shiver for acceptance. “Now, I’m going to just take a little more blood, and then we’ll move on to the suppressants. I do believe they’ll be more effective with the blood loss, but we’ll have to wait and see, won’t we?”
I scowl at him. “You can think what you want, but my mates are on their way here, to us. They are going to rip you apart for doing this to me. Do you understand? You might have taken advantage of a weak teenager who thought she was sick, but they don’t give a fuck about contracts I signed when I was eighteen. They are going to destroy you.”
His lips curl into a small, delighted smile. “My dear, they have no idea where we are. And it’s not a matter of just getting rid of me. Do you honestly think I’m the only one working on this?”
No, of course not. Making a medication that will turn betas into omegas is a freaking cash cow. Of course, he’s working for someone. A company. A pharmaceutical company, like the one I was recently let go from.
My bleary mind thinks back to when I got the job, to how my mother informed me she got me an interview there, how they hired me nearly on the spot. None of that was because of me and my abilities. It was because they were monitoring their investment.
“Apex,” I breathe.
He beams like he’s proud of me for putting it together. “Exactly. So you see, even the Falcone pack can’t stand up to Apex. They might try, but they will fail.”
My heart clenches. He might be right, but it won’t stop them from trying. It won’t stop them from fighting for me, for my revenge.
Dr. Funkle turns away from me, checking the current blood bag. “I believe that one of my colleagues has recently become acquainted with a friend of yours, a Sylvie Kinsella?” My heat thunders hard in my chest, trying to pump my too thin blood through my veins at the mention of my best friend.
“What?”
He nods. “Oh, yes, a very interesting case. Rejected by her mates at a young age before she’d even presented, suffering from RMD, and now on her way to a full recovery after reuniting with her scent matched pack. Apparently, her hormones are off the charts as she comes down from the suppressants she’s been on.”
Fuck. Sylvie. I need to warn her. I need to find her and save her and keep her from ending up like me, strapped to a chair with her blood draining out of her.
“Leave her alone,” I demand, but it’s more of a whisper, because now I’ve lost all the fight in my body.
“You aren’t listening, Sadiecakes, I’m not working with her. My colleague is.” He frowns. “Or was. I’m not sure what is going on there. I haven’t talked to her in days. You’re really putting a wrench in my plans, Sadie. If you’d just kept your head down and continued working at Apex, never went off your suppressants…”
I grit my teeth. “I should never have been on them to begin with. You stole my designation from me.”
He tsks. “We didn’t steal it. We gave it to someone else.”
My eyes flutter. “It’s the same fucking thing.”
“Language, my dear. Honestly. Hanging out with those criminals has turned you into such a heathen.”
Almost there, Swift’s voice filters through my mind.
Relief rushes through me, but I’m honestly not sure they’ll make it in time. My head is bobbing, nausea is thick in my stomach, my vision is spotty and I’m having a hard time concentrating.
Gonna tear them apart, Cherrybomb. Stay with me.
Dr. Funkle fiddles with something out of my sight. Panic strikes and I try to keep it shut down. He said he was going to give me enough suppressants to kill my designation. What if that’s what he’s doing right now?
No. No. Not when I know my pack is on the way. I refuse to let him do this to me.
“Why?” My voice is a rasp, my lips feel cracked and dry. I guess that makes sense. He’s draining all the liquid out of me. “Why would you let me leave?”
He comes back into my line of sight. “Now? Or when you were a child?”
“Either,” I say, fighting the nausea roiling in my stomach.
“Well, back then, you were already stressed enough from the constant treatments. Locking you in a facility would have increased the stress hormones in your system and we worried it might affect the tests. Letting you go home with your mother, being in your own house, in your own space, all of that was designed to keep you as comfortable as possible.”
I hate to say it, but all of that makes sense. “And now?”
He runs a knuckle down my cheek. “Now you aren’t going anywhere. At least not until you can prove that you can be a good girl for us.” Ew, gross. “If you go along with it, don’t fight, then we can see about letting you go back to your life. You’ll have to keep working at Apex, of course, but not in the capacity you were before. No, they’ll want to keep a closer eye on you. You’ve been such a troublesome girl.”
I swallow thickly. “You should just kill me.”
