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Jett is not a prince.
He’s the king of mixed fucking signals.
I shake myself.
Whether the Wyverns love me or hate me, they want to heal me or send me away, I’m no longer accepting transmissions. “You’re not supposed to be on campus.”
“Lilah,” Atlas grits out my name in a way I wish I hated more. “What. Happened?”
I turn my shudder into a shrug. “The same thing that always happens.”
“It shouldn’t,” Hunter says softly. “It won’t again.”
Promises, promises.
Easy to make.
“I’m fine, okay? If you want to help, hide the bodies. I’m gonna go swim and—”
“You are not swimming,” Atlas snarls.
I fume, but before I can hit back, Orion growls. “Don’t fucking use that tone with her.”
Atlas rocks like he just took a punch. “Shit. I didn’t mean… Her cuts…” He struggles with the words, and an eensy weensy hint of sympathy flutters in my chest. Then he squares his shoulders and reads me my rights. “We’re taking you to the clinic. Then we’re taking you home. You’re not safe here. Not with the bounty.”
“The what?”
“Shit,” Hunter murmurs.
Atlas ignores him. “Dominik put a price on you. Now all he has to do is wait for someone to cash in.”
“He wants me dead?” I ask hopefully.
“Alive.”
My stomach hits the grass.
Atlas must mistake my fallen expression for throwing him a bone because he keeps rolling. “We can protect you until your heat. There are too many ways to get to you as long as you’re at the OCC. If you come with us—”
“No.” I stand, pretending I don’t feel every ache. Pretending I don’t see them tense when I wobble. I steady myself, then step past Orion’s body-shield. “Doesn’t he want me because of you? If I choose another pack, he’ll choose another target.”
Finn’s chest rumble has me wobbling again. “Too late to walk, Star.”
“She’s right,” Jett croaks. We whip our heads toward the shadows. “She should—”
“Say one more word.” Finn pulls a knife, and the air goes liquid.
“Enough!” Atlas’s bark knocks me into Orion’s waiting arms.
Shit.
Artur’s bark was strong enough to stop me dead.
Atlas isn’t even commanding me, but some part of me wants to roll over and submit, so he’ll know how well-behaved I am.
Just in case he wants to order me to do something fun later.
Stupid pheromones.
