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“Can we get out of here?” Leanne asks.

“Yeah,” I tell her. “Let’s go home.”

Chapter One Hundred Eleven

Toshi

Everyone’s quiet as we walk out of the Sunken Skull. I think Echo’s actually speechless, and I’m nothing short of stunned. There’s no way our E.A. is related to that creep. I mean, I guess it’s within the realm of possibility, but it’s fucking insane.

We’re halfway home when Echo finally blurts, “He was lying, right?”

E.A. stops and looks at us. He shakes his head. “I don’t think he was.”

“But he’s such a complete fucking nutbag,” I complain. “There’s no way …”

“It makes sense,” E.A. tells us. “I’ll check into it, confirm it, when we’re home, but I don’t doubt it.”

“I think I might puke again,” Echo says, leaning against the wall.

I rub his back. He sighs softly.

“That helps. Thanks.”

“No problem,” I murmur.

“Our day isn’t over,” E.A. reminds us. “Secret and her mates stayed to keep things going while we were out. The extractions will have started. We shouldn’t have too long to wait until we contact the press now. We’re close to wrapping all of this up, but it’s not done yet.”

He’s right. There’s still work to do.

“Maybe Echo should take a break,” I admit.

“I’m fine,” Echo mumbles.

“You need to rest,” Spencer insists. “Emotional exhaustion is a real thing, Echo. I keep telling you that.”

“I know,” Echo says. “It’s cute.”

“Do you get sick like that often?” Leanne asks.

“Just sometimes,” he says.

“It’s usually because of an awful story on the news,” I tell her. “That’s why he doesn’t watch that kind of stuff.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t the anchovy pizza?” Leanne jokes, screwing up her nose.

I laugh. “Nah. He’s had that a million times before.”

We get to the agency and E.A. leads us inside.

It’s so weird to come in and hear other people working.

“I’ll take Echo upstairs,” Spencer says.

“Stay with him,” E.A. says.

Spencer nods and offers Echo his hand.

Our Omega takes it and follows Spencer out of the entrance hall.

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