He simply says, “Brylee.”
Brylee’s friends with this runt?
Why didn’t I know that?
I make a point of knowing every person my little obsession associates with, from her roommate to the damn pack her parents insist she mate with.
What type of stalker am I?
A corrosive mixture of shame and self-deprecation rushes through me, and I have to bite down on my slightly hysterical laugh.
I’m seriously getting depressed because I didn’t stalk Brylee hard enough.
Maybe Iampsychotic.
Just a little.
“Dammit!” Luka exclaims suddenly, the expletive followed by the pounding of a fist against the table.
Ridge turns toward our packmate. “Did you find something?”
“I found jack shit,” Luka says, his lips compressing into a perfectly straight line.
He stares blankly at the computer screen, as if he half expects it to magically provide him with the answers we need.
“Maybe there was a clue left behind when she was taken,” Sam suggests, anxiously twirling his fingers together. “Do we know where that was?”
Ridge seems to consider it. “I already scoped out the area, but it’s possible we missed something. I suppose it’s our best lead?—”
“We captured a Noth soldier!” Professor Jameson bursts into the room, sweaty and out of breath. “We found him in Madam Ellora’s office, trying to steal files on the omegas, particularly the high-profile ones. Our men were able to subdue him and bring him to the Eros dungeons next door.”
A Noth prisoner?
Excitement blasts a hole through my haze like the sun burning away fog.
My grin widens, turning genuine for the first time since this whole disaster began. I begin to twirl my blade, alreadyenvisioning stabbing it into some poor fucker’s thigh as he screams for mercy.
“Let me do the interrogating,” I tell Jameson, feeling something dark and sensual wake up inside of me, the emotion tinged with malevolence.
Jameson turns toward me, and for the first time since I met him, I think I see a sliver of fear in his eyes at whatever he sees on my face.
Good.
I’ve been pretending for far too long to be something I’m not—the jokester, the class clown, the lighthearted doofus. But now the mask has been removed, the need for blood practically a physical craving that makes my heart pound even faster.
“I…” Jameson opens and closes his mouth a few times but can’t conjure a rebuttal.
After a moment, he nods.
Perfect.
These fuckers unleashed the monster inside of me the second they stole my girl.
Now it’s time for that monster to be fed.
5
BRYLEE
