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Tall and blond, the Wyverns’ original male omega snakes an arm around Lilah’s waist like a serpent protecting his branch.
He didn’t just hang around.
He grew fangs.
But I don’t give a fuck about the Wyverns’ pack dynamics.
All that matters is that Lilah is genuine about protecting Marisol. After ten seconds onboard, it couldn’t be clearer that the badass mercs run on her orders.
I stop a few steps away from her—while Finn is only fingering his knife and not whipping it out. “You left the voicemail.”
“Who took her?” Lilah’s grey eyes storm, and her caramel perfume scrapes my sinuses.
I’ve lived with criminals and with Bishop Barrington.
I can tell most lies from the truth.
Lilah’s concern feels real.
I clench my fists and let her see the matching storm in my soul. “The SAS and the Triad. Both need to pay.”
“She says I get in too much trouble,” Lilah mutters.
“We’ll find her.” Atlas sweeps the omega the size of his quad into his arms. Purring. Stroking. Comforting.
The sound that melts Lilah’s tension rips into me like saw blades.
I can’t offer my mate the same.
I don’t know where the fuck she is.
If she’s conscious.
If she’s suffering.
As the chopper lifts off and tears north, I strap into the tech chair. “Get me on your satellite.”
Wherever Marisol was taken, I’ll find her.
Then we’ll set the place on fire—together.
Air has a special flavor in the SAS underground.
Part plastic, part antiseptic, and part despair.
Between my sledgehammer headache and the groggy malaise of tranquilizer, I’m in no rush to experience hell. I don’t have to open my eyes to know I’m already there.
My body lies flat, but either I’m dizzy or tripping balls, because I swear I’m on the move.
“Her pulse is erratic. Are you positive the sedation is holding?”
“Doctor Brandon said not to administer more until we’ve assessed the damage. She’s had enough to keep her down another hour.”
I vaguely recognize the voices as Brandon’s assistants. Chad or Thad and the other dryer-sheet smelling beta who always draws my blood.
As I become more alert, I’m careful not to twitch and raise my pulse. I’m being rolled somewhere on a hospital bed, with ropes or tubes crisscrossing my skin.
The betas huff as they push.
