This.
Can’t.
Be.
Happening.
But it was. The paper in my hand was proof.
Someone had taken my suppressants, and they were holding them for ransom. What they wanted, I didn’t know, but it couldn’t be good. Especially if they wanted to meet in the dead of night, away from the caravan.
My fate was, once again, out of my hands.
Sobbing quietly, I brought my knees to my chest and buried my face in my arms. The best night of my life had suddenly turned into the worst, and I had no idea what I was going to do.
It wasn’t right.
It wasn’tfair.
And yet, somehow, it was my reality.
Worse, since I had no idea who took my things, everyone was a suspect. No one could be trusted.
Syxx, Sevyn, Zero, Bobbitt?—
My heart cracked at the thought of the balloon animal artist. Surely, she wouldn’t have turned against me so easily. Or maybe all her talk about omegas was a front.
Syxx and Sevyn had both been so kind to me, but that didn’t mean anything. I didn’t actually know them, only by proximity. There was a chance one of them—or both—had gotten nosy when no one was around.
I didn’t think Zero gave enough of a fuck about me to look through my things, unless…
Did he find the shirt I stole from his hamper and try to get even?
My heart seized at the thought, and I scrambled to my feet. Shakily, I changed clothes and slipped back out of the bathroom. Every step closer to my bed had my pulse racing faster, my thoughts churning faster.
I all but dove onto my bunk and snapped the privacy curtain closed.
If the shirt was gone, that meant he found it.
He’d have a motive for going through my things.
But before I could get my hopes up, my fingers closed around Zero’s shirt, and I dragged it out. I stared at the wrinkled, black fabric. Obviously, he didn’t know I had it.
Shit.
That still left me without a suspect.
Panic mounting, I fell back onto my pillow and closed my eyes, trying to keep my breathing even.
What did I do now?
I could tell someone, though I wasn’t sure who. Daze? Hallow? What could either of them do?
And what will they say?
I could follow the note’s instructions and be in Santa Fe Plaza at midnight. That way, I’d know for sure who took my suppressants, and I could try to get them back.
Or I can run…
