Should feel the reasonable fear that comes from being surrounded by Alphas whose intentions I don't know, whose allegiances I can't read, whose capacity for violence is clearly on par with my own.
But I don't feel threatened.
I feel... entertained.
For the first time since I read that letter in Professor Harrington's classroom, something other than despair is flickering in my chest.
Something like... amusement?
They're insane, I realize.Both of them. Completely, beautifully, gloriously insane.
Just like me.
I lower my weapons.
Not because they've earned my trust—they haven't—but because something tells me they're not going to hurt me. Not right now, anyway.
"If you're looking for Eastman," I say, sliding my blades back into their sheaths, "she'll probably be dead by morning."
Both men go rigid.
I can feel the shift in their attention—the sudden, sharp focus that tells me I've said something thatmatters.
"Why is that?" the trench coat man asks.
His voice is controlled, but there's something underneath. Something that sounds almost like... concern?
Interesting.
I smirk.
Twirl on my heel—chaînéturn, perfectly executed even in combat boots—and start walking away.
The first droplets of rain begin to fall, cold against my heated skin, washing the blood from my hands in slow, lazy streams.
"Because I'm going to be the one who kills her first."
I don't look back.
Don't wait for their response.
Just walk away into the gathering darkness, knowing I've just saved two strange men who were clearly searching for me for reasons I don't understand.
Eastman.
They're hunting the Eastman heir.
They're huntingme.
The realization should terrify me.
Should send me running, or fighting, or doing something other than calmly strolling away from two clearly dangerous Alphas who are probably already planning my execution.
But something in my gut tells me I have more important things to worry about than confronting Alphas that both smell good and yet are so delusionally crazy, it dares to turn me on.
A shame to find a set of men that could complement someone as crazed as me…I guess I’m my own worst enemy…
CHAPTER 12
