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“He was able to leave work?” I don’t remember seeing anyone else working there.
“Guess so. Probably just put a note up saying he’d be back later. Small towns like this, I doubt anyone would be too up in arms about the library closing early.”
The hospital is just outside of town, near the shopping centers we were aiming for, so we have to drive about twenty minutes back. Not too bad, but it’s twenty minutes I spend going crazy wondering how Calai is handling everything.
I open my phone to check the group message between me and the guys, reading through all Kit’s updates.
Kit: I think she’s done crying.
Kit: Her and her brother are hugging.
Kit: I don’t like Parker’s mates. They won’t stop staring at me. Do I just stare back?
Kit: They didn’t like me staring back. Projectile pillow to the face.
Kit: Are you two assholes done yet? I need saving.
Kit: Fuck that. Take your time. Calai just sat on my lap. Don’t come over. She’s mine.
Kit: You better not be sucking each other off in the car.
Kit: Shit. Parker’s telling her about their parents. Mom passed away a few years after Calai was taken. Dad remarried. She has a stepbrother.
Kit: She got up from my lap. You can come back now. She stepped outside into their backyard to get some fresh air. She said she needed some alone time to think through everything.
That last message comes through right as we’re pulling up to Parker’s home, my whole body tense from needing to see that my mate is doing okay. She had a whole lot dumped on her today. I’m assuming Parker filled her in on how she got kidnapped and where, and now she’s likely just overwhelmed from all the new information.
I hope she isn’t mourning all the years she lost with her family or feels guilty for forgetting them. The brainwashing the compound provided free of charge was pretty serious. To not even know males existed? Damn I want to kill that cunty bitch.
I hobble up their couple of stairs, bypassing a well-kept green front yard. It’s on the smaller side with their house number hand painted on some artsy tiles, and there are all kinds of flowers practically exploding from the window boxes and the neatly outlined garden next to the medium sized porch that has three rocking chairs on it.
Kit opens the door for us and takes me in, his eyes getting dark at the damage he sees. “Say the word and I’ll make him match. Why the fuck didn’t you hit him back?”
I shrug. “Thought it would upset Calai more.”
“Parker keeps calling her Darcy. I guess that’s her birth name, but she flinches every time they use it.”
Great. Another thing to be pissed about. “She still out back?”
“Yeah. Come on, I’ll get you set up on the couch.”
As soon as I sit, the other omega comes flitting in and fusses with me, apologizing over and over again like a lunatic for his mate’s behavior. It was a pretty shitty thing to do, but I know if I saw some random alpha I didn’t know restraining Calai, I’d respond the same way.
Once I have pillows anywhere I could possibly need them, a glass of lemonade and a plate of homemade spaghetti, I start getting sleepy again. It’s so fucking stupid to be this tired, and I really want to see Calai before I pass out again, but I can barely make myself eat without my face plopping into the marinara. Don’t need those kind of photos of me existing, so I abandon the food halfway through and chug some lemonade, letting my body get the rest it needs to get strong again.
