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The car lurched sideways as the driver made a hard turn, and I gasped, throwing my hand out to steady myself. Arms tightened around me like a seatbelt as my palm landed on the muscled leg of the guy next to me. This one had been silent the entire time, and I felt him tense under my somewhat accidental touch. I ripped my arm away like he’d burned me, flushing with an apology on my lips.
Gods, I want out of this car.
“Don’t mind Felix. He doesn’t talk much, and he’s got a thing with physical touch.”
“S-sorry,” I murmured.
“Hold tight. We’re being followed.” Lawson peered out the back window murderously.
Felix dug a small device out of a black duffle on the floor of the car and opened his window. Leaning out of it precariously, he tossed it toward the car tailing us before righting himself in his seat and closing his window again. With a hint of a smirk tipping the corner of his lips, he pressed a button on a small remote in the palm of his hand and set off another explosion behind us.
I gasped as the force of the blast rocked our own vehicle. Flames erupted, brightening the night and acting like a blockade that kept our pursuers from following.
Our car made yet another hard turn, and my stomach roiled as a tornado twirled in my head. Swamped with dizziness, I sagged against the firm chest under me.
“She’s looking a little green,” Slade warned from my other side, daring to slip his hand under the hem of my dress to rub my ankle. It wasn’t a terrible breach of contact, but it wasn’t at all comforting, either. I didn’t want their hands on me.
“D-don’t,” I warned at the same time the leader barked, “Slade.”
“Shit. Sorry.” He withdrew quickly as I pressed my own to my abdomen, willing my stomach to settle. “The Alpha in me is fuckin’ desperate to make her feel better.”
“Don’t I know it,” Ronan rumbled quietly.
“I’m—” I was going to sayalready taken,but what came out next was, “going to be sick.”
It was all the warning they got before I leaned over and lost the meager contents of my stomach all over the floor and Ronan’s shoes.
six
DEMI
Despite the riotingin my stomach, I took in my surroundings as we drove through the city. The buildings changed from old brick warehouses lining run-down streets to tall, glittering skyscrapers in a nice part of town. I didn’t know where Pack Silver had taken me after the accident, but I remembered traveling long distances through the haze of my concussion. After that, there’d been nothing but that tiny little room without windows or any identifying details. I could’ve been in an entirely different country and never have known it.
Now, however, I recognized the familiar scenery of Silver City. Of course, Anton would bring me back to his territory. It was the one place where he had the most power, where he felt most important. Thankfully, it was also the one place my guys would know to search.
I held onto that hope until the car edged along the city limits and pulled into an old airstrip I hadn’t known was still active. My heart plummeted as I spotted the gleaming jet sitting on the taxiway before an old rusted hanger that had seen better days.
I’m sure there were plenty of Omegas who would freak out over a pack with a private plane, but unless they were going to take me to Vermont themselves and hand deliver me to Jamison and the others, I wanted nothing to do with it.
I had to face the music. If they got me on that jet, the odds of my guys finding me would severely diminish. Sadness spread throughout my chest, threatening to choke me. My heart cried out for my men, breaking at the very real possibility I may never see them again. Tears spilled down my cheeks.
“Fuck. I think she’s going to hyperventilate,” Ronan warned as the car pulled to a stop.
I scrambled from his lap and wrenched the door open, accidentally kneeing Felix in the groin in my desperate attempt to get outside. Night air wrapped around me as I leaned heavily on the trunk, partly because I wasn’t sure I could support myself on my own, and partly because I was almost positive I was about to….
I bent at the waist as my stomach spasmed and I got sick one more time.
The mercenaries piled out after me.
“Damn.” Lawson reached to pat my back, stopping at the last second as if he’d thought better of it. Or debated whether I’d welcome his touch.
Somehow, that made the tears fall faster. Hating these men was supposed to be easy, but they were showing me a side of themselves that wasn’t inherently evil. I’d expected worse. Much worse.
Slade threw his hands up and backed away. “No offense. I don’t do well with… that. I’m a sympathetic vomiter. Thrower-upper. I don’t know, I just can’t. It took all my self-control not to lose my cookies in the car and I’m tapped out.”
I swiped my hand across my mouth as he moved farther and farther away. I would’ve laughed at the sheer distress on his face if the circumstances were different. “It’s okay. I understand.”
Slade shoved his fingers through his blond hair. “Godsdammit. You’re not at all what I expected. Most of the Omegas I’ve met in the past have been selfish, entitled creatures. No wonder everyone wants you. You’re too fucking sweet for your own good.”
