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High and drifting, I’m a balloon, cut free.

“What did you do?” Jett grips his chest.

Orion goes down, but Lilah catches him, hauling him onto the bench.

Atlas is adrift in space.

Fucking Finn just cackles.

He’s free from our orders to slow down and stop trying to kidnap Lilah. I glance to Atlas, waiting for him to step in with the command.

Only he doesn’t.

Shit.

I broke him too.

I snag Finn before he can sink teeth into Lilah’s throat. “No biting.”

He gives me the look he gets right before he breaks a bottle over the bar and starts a fight with twenty bikers.

“Chill.” I flex my dominance.

Finn pushes back. His alpha energy looms, wilder and colder than Atlas’s, but without that pack leader yoke pulling me down, Finn can’t beat me unless I submit.

And I’m not fucking submitting.

I fight until he sucks in a breath, not giving in, but pulling off.

A truce.

“Since when are you the dom?” he mutters.

“Be good or I’ll put you in a harness.”

“Lilah can put me in a harness.”

“Finn.” I make a noise at the back of my throat. “Go tie up the Brauns and grab some revenge for our girl. Don’t kill them,” I shout as he skips off.

“Buzzkill,” he calls back.

One psycho off my hands, I triage the rest of the squad.

Atlas and Jett are both in statue mode, staring into the void. Orion’s worst off, shaking while Lilah keeps him from falling off the bench.

I drop in front of them, bracing Orion’s knees. “How bad is it?”

He rubs his neck. “Itchy. Shit. Needed a warning.”

The way he trembles looks more like withdrawal than an itch, but I let him have that lie. I ruffle his hair the way I used to before everything got so complicated. “Feels free.”

“Yeah.” Orion lets out a shaky breath. “I think… it’s good.”

“Right?”

A fresh start.

Our last chance to fix our fuckups.

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