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I toss my hand carelessly. “Bellvue, the restaurant is five stars. I’ve heard amazing things.”
“Really?” Seb asks.
I shake my head, appalled. “No, Seb. I don’t have any desire to go there. What would someone like me do in a restaurant that fancy?”
I swear, he wilts, and I feel bad for teasing him.
“We have a work thing that we’ve been planning for a few years. That is just plain bad timing. Listen, I know you have a phone, but I’m giving you this one. It’s new, I’ve put our numbers in it. It’s yours. But if you need anything, anything at all, call.”
I nod my head, absently taking the phone.
It should thrill me that they are dumping me so quickly.
“Can I go see my family?” I ask hopefully.
“I’d prefer you didn’t, not without one of us.”
“Oh, okay. Sure. I can hang here for a few days.” I look around. I’m sure I can find something to do to entertain myself.
Seb smiles at me. I can’t help but note it’s more relieved than anything else. I watch as he gets up and leaves. I finish the last of my food, but I don’t really have the stomach for it anymore.
ten
Darion
I tap the steering wheel in a rhythm that grows more aggressive the longer I watch the screen of my phone. Missy is sitting on our couch, watching TV. For two long weeks, she has been the perfect guest. She doesn’t make noise, doesn’t ask us where we’re going or when we’ll get home. If she cooks, she leaves extras in covered plates on the bench for us. She hasn’t set one foot in a room that she’s not allowed in. Has not rifled through a single drawer.
Perfect.
But I can’t turn it off. At this point, I know she’s going to do something wrong. I just need to watch for it, but I’m starting to wonder if Seb and Lukas aren’t right in that I’m acting insane. Stalker-like, even.
Trin clears her throat, and I turn to look at her. She shifts in the seat, as if she’s uncomfortable being near me.
“Can you remember anything else?”
She shakes her head.
“Okay. We’re done then.” I say without looking at her. Those feelings of needing to protect Trin have faded, and I find there’s something off about her scent that makes my jaw ache with the need to growl at her.
But the guilt hasn’t gone away. And the information she has provided me with has given me some crucial leads that might end this whole saga.
My eyes laser in on the phone while Trin slides out of the car. On the small screen, Missy stretches and wanders to our garden. She disappears into it, and a moment later, the feed from the garden kicks in. She’s sitting on a chair, her head in her hands.
She looks miserable.
I rub my hand across my mouth and shut my phone down. Within moments, I’m on the way home, driving with a recklessness I refuse to analyse. This job is finished. We’ve successfully escorted the omega, Beatrice, to her brother’s hotel for his fundraiser. The night went smoothly. None of those kidnapping threats eventuated. Everything went the way I planned it.
I walk into our apartment and freeze, instincts ripping control away from me. The scent of raspberries and vanilla fills the air. Thick and sweet, my mouth waters, and a growl spills from me before I can stop it.
She’s curled up on the couch, sound asleep, and her cheeks are flushed. Fuck. If this is what her perfume is like while she’s still under the influence of suppressants, we’re all in for hell. That’s another problem I need to find an answer for.
I walk around the couch and pick her up. She weighs less than I would have thought, but the tiny groan she lets out goes straight to my dick. I cradle her closer to me and stop short when a purr, deep and unexpected, bursts from my chest.
She whimpers and snuggles into me. I stand there frozen, caught between her whimpers and my body's reaction.
I force myself to move, carrying her down to her bedroom, taking a painful moment to cover her up before I escape.
Seb is standing in the kitchen when I get out and studies me with exhausted eyes. It’s the first time we’ve seen each other in a week. His shifts have obviously been taking it out on him.
