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“You have to do it the right way, Hazel. Not the headstrong way.”
“I haveneverbeen headstrong in my life.”
Ava is kind enough to not call her out on her lie.
* * *
Ava crashesat Hazel’s apartment.
Hazel knows it’s not because she’s too tired to go home.
Ava is keeping an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t do anything…rash.
Part of her feels guilty—she’s twenty-four years old, she doesn’t need a babysitter—but Ava knows her too well to leave her alone in this state.
Too bad her friend’s a deep sleeper.
With food in her stomach and clean from the shower, she feels better, but is still curious.
The ache in her chest doesn’t go away and neither do the questions that plague her mind.
She just has more energy now.
It’s midnight by the time Hazel kicks the blankets off and tiptoes into her bedroom to grab a black hoodie. After lacing up her boots, she grabs her keys and quietly leaves the apartment.
She takes the steps two at a time to the parking garage, adrenaline racing through her as she quickly enters her car. With her seatbelt clicked into place, she takes the quiet, lonely drive out of Lincoln City and to the outskirts. She passes by the downtown city life and corporate buildings until she’s on dirt roads, driving through miles of absolutely nothing.
Yes. This is where she should be.
She’s flirting with danger and her heart races as if she’s downed ten cups of coffee. Her body tingles, and she’s high from the adrenaline and the achingneedto be back where she was the other night.
The outskirts are uninhabited and meant to look undesirable, with overgrown weeds and nothing but barren land for miles. No one has a reason to be out here, unless they’re being transported to the Alpha military camp, of course.
She steps on the gas just because she can. The speedometer climbs rapidly, and she smiles as the area moves quickly past, until she turns onto an even bumpier, messier dirt road.
She knows the way by heart now. A bit of internet research told her exactly the correct coordinates to enter into her car’s navigation system.
She switches off her headlights as she approaches.
No one needs to know an Omega was here.
She parks on the bumpy road near the fence, turns off the car, and justsits.
The island is merely a speck, but she can still see the lights that shine from the building.
The barbed wire fence is a bit dramatic, she thinks to herself. No one could survive that far of a swim in the freezing water, much less a climb fromthatheight.
Even so, she knows she shouldn’t be here.
Her rational brain screams at her toleave, but the other part of her wants to stay in her car for the rest of her days, staring out into the nothingness.
“Fuck,” she mutters, reaching into her glove box for the cigarettes.
Is this the side effect of forgetting to take her suppressants?
Besides keeping hormones in check, what else do they do? Could there be some type of mood stabilizer in them?
Her spiral is hard and fast, and even as she finally gets the hang of inhaling the cigarette properly, she can’t stop the tears that silently fall down her cheeks.
