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I could see the distinctive colours. One white, one red. His hair was shaved short. That’s how theyallwere in this place, and how it had been at the facility too.
Easier to manage.
From what I could see of it, it was silver.
Vandle was a seer.
He could visualise auras. In another life, he could have made good money working with the Institute and selling that skill. They were rare—though I knew Decebal also had one in his pack (the RedEyedfuckingBandit that had ruined all my scoreboards while I’d been in the throes of my sickness).
Vandle watched me intently, head tilted back, a snarl forming on his lips as he bared his teeth.
That was the reaction we’d got last time. He could see my aura. I wonder if he could see how broken it was. How much we were both alike.
Last time, it had made him stir, even if it was not enough to pull him back.
Decebal shifted at my back, tugging the metal cigarette case from his pocket. It was empty since they’d made him throw the last few out at the gates. We were allowed no contraband, and no alpha scents—we’d been doused with scent dampening spray as we entered.
And absolutely, under no circumstances, were we to bring in omega scents.
Decebal, however, flicked the bottom compartment of his cigarette case open and withdrew the small silk handkerchief that Shatter had scent marked.
Would it be enough?
I didn’tlikehanding her scent to the alpha who’d ruined her life, but it could mean saving us all.
Protecting her…
I had a lot of hatred to go around recently, but it was hard to place it at Vandle’s feet. He was an alpha long broken.
Seconds after Decebal handed me the piece of cloth, Vandle was on his feet, eyes wide. His aura flared—or… tried to. Like so many here, his was broken and fragmented. It was nothing more than flickering shards of energy shuttering in and out, trying to cling to life. Some harrowing in their power, never lasting long.
He crossed toward me in an instant, seizing the fabric from my fist, eyes wild as he examined it.
I narrowed my eyes, watching carefully.
He was shaking, I noticed, as he turned the fabric in his grip. More, with every second that passed. Still, I almost jumped when a burst of cracked, insane laughter broke from his lips.
THIRTY-EIGHT
SHATTER
“I don’t have to dance, do I?” I whispered, clutching Roxy’s arm as we headed into the bathroom. I was getting better with the heels, but certainly not enough to dance.
“I hope not,” she snorted. “Take me to a club, then maybe. This is much too fancy.”
“Some of those packs out there are really good,” I noted. There were some very pretty ballroom-like dances going on.
We were about an hour in. Beautifully dressed omegas and beta women were filling the party, and for once, seeing them didn’t make me worry.
I had seen the love in Dusk’s eyes as he’d reached me, the stunned, absolute passion as he took me in head to toe despite everyone else here.
I was enough for him, Ransom, and Umbra.
Thatwas what mattered.
I was done checking my hair, and was waiting for Roxy by the exit when I heard words from around the corner that drew me up.
“What do you make of the dark bond?”
