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Jet laughs. “She’s as bad as Taylor is. Honestly. I don’t even think she would have eaten if I hadn’t sent her three text messages.”
“She has a phone?”
“Would you like her number?” Jet asks slyly.
I think about it. “Yes.”
“Sending it now.”
“So, she didn’t try and come up here at all? She didn’t wonder?”
Jet gives me a pitying look. “She was there, Gold. She was in the room.”
My knees weaken, and I feel like I’m going to throw up. “She saw all that?”
Flashes of memory return. Hands pulling me back, restraining me. She’s standing there staring, her eyes huge in her white face.
How dare she?
I surge against the pull, roaring, screaming. But I can’t move any closer. I can’t pull against them. I glare, heaving, daring her.
She walks to me. They don’t notice. Not until it’s too late. My hands are around her throat, squeezing.
She’s not afraid. Not at all. She’s calm and determined. She smiles and mouths something at me.
Then she tilts her chin up, exposing the white column of her throat. Then her knees bend, and she drops to the floor in front of me.
We’re all still now. My hands are holding air in front of me. Completely frozen by the sight of her submitting, showing her throat, exposing her vulnerabilities to me. I could kill her. But she knows it.
She keeps her eyes lowered and sits perfectly still.
Bar gets between us, and I forget about the alpha on the floor.
I forgot about the alpha on the floor. I forgot the threat. Which means I didn’t see her as a threat.
I wheeze under the shower spray. Jet holds out a towel for me. I wrap myself in it, shivering.
“Is…” I clear my throat. “Is she okay?”
Jet leans against the wall. “Scarlet is stronger than most. I don’t think you scared her at all.”
I frown. “I had her by her throat, Jet.”
“I know. That’s what’s so weird about it. It’s like she had faith in you not to hurt her.” Jet shakes his head. “Crazy, right?”
I give him a sharp look.
We head back down to the kitchen, and I see her bent over a laptop with Taylor. She’s tied her hair in a messy bun and is hotly arguing something with him.
I watch them for a minute before Jet clears his throat.
She whirls around, pausing on Jet and then finding me, studying me from top to toe before she swings back around.
“No, that’s not what I wanted. I want to be able to remove people for offenses. Filter them out.”
“So, you want to vet people before they sign up and then remove membership for offenses. A tiered system based on behavior, not rank or designation or wealth?”
She nods and lets out a happy sound. “Exactly!”
