“Are we going?” I asked, not holding back the attitude.
They shared a look and turned forward. I trailed behind until we reached the wide foyer. Rafe held the door open for me. I eyed him suspiciously. Did his lips twitch?
Huffing, I lifted my chin and followed Dorian to the same luxurious American vehicle. Overgrown bushes lined the edges of the lawn; the only area they didn’t was the driveway. It looked like the homes on this street had miles of space between them.
I tugged the shawl around my shoulders, waiting beside the trunk. Dorian watched me with eyebrows raised from where he stood by the passenger side. With a few wide strides, he was by my side. He cupped my waist with a hand and guided me to the backseat door.
He met my questioning look. “Can’t have the dress wrinkling in the trunk.”
His lips twitched the slightest bit.
And damn it. My heart fluttered.
Chapter 13
The location Rafe pulled into wasn’t the same as the last time. It seemed to be an abandoned warehouse. Other than the mass of cars parked in the front, it was incredibly quiet . . . and eerie, with the full moon shining down over the lot.
Rafe shut off the engine. Dorian slid out, taking with him the radiating warmth I’d been fighting the urge to nestle against the entire drive.
He held out his hand, waiting for me to scoot out. I tucked the shawl more securely around my shoulders and took his offered hand. He placed it on the crook of his arm, shutting the door behind me.
“Are you ever going to tell me what you need help with? What you’re after?”
“Nothing you need to concern yourself with.” Dorian patted the top of my hand. “Just be a good girl and do what you’re told.”
Clamping my lips together was the only way to stop my retort to that lovely comment. We walked in silence over the smooth cement. I almost had to jog to keep up with his pace. He always walked like he was in a rush. I peeked up at him. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he looked pensive.
“You promise that after I go through my heat with the Pack selected at the auction, that you’ll free me?” I hated how my voice warbled. He didn’t react to my question. He was such an unflappable man.
“You agreed to behave and do as you’re told as a docile Omega, and I agreed to release you.” I didn’t miss the threat in the words.
Behave or you’re gone.
Nothing could be a hundred percent positive. Would he keep his end of the bargain? I didn’t know, but I couldn’t fight him. Not with the hold he had on me.
“Got it,” I said, bitterness in my voice.
He opened his mouth and shut it with a sigh. We reached an awning casting the door into shadows. Dorian rapped his knuckles against the surface. I followed his gaze to the blinking red light high on the wall. A camera.
A few moments of silence later, then the door buzzed, and he pulled it open. Cade and Rafe fell into step behind us.
Two Betas stood in the dark hall, blocking a clear path into an area where chatter echoed.
“Mr. Ironwyld,” one of them said and waved his hand to the left where a curtain hung blocking the view. “Right through there.”
Dorian grunted and moved the curtain aside. We stepped inside, and there was another Beta. He opened the door, and we went through. It felt like I’d walked into a zoo.
A glass pane stretched opposite from where we entered. Faint blue light came from the other side where there was anenclosed area with more panes surrounding the space in the middle. On the platform was a woman dancing. She twirled skillfully, her body moving like water.
“You brought the Omega.” I followed the voice to Elias sitting on the black leather couch. A different man from the last time sat at his side with his blond hair cut close to his scalp, and a smile playing along his lips.
Elias waved his hand toward the couch across from him. Dorian sat poised and proper, while Cade sprawled like he was at home. His carelessness was purposeful. I could tell he was hyperaware. I perched at the edge of the couch cushion, and Dorian rested his hand on my knee.
“I prefer to stand,” Rafe said, striding behind the couch, watching the space with that moody look on his face.
Blond man’s grin widened and focused on me. “She’s a pretty one.” He had a thick accent I couldn’t place. It wasn’t quite Australian.
“Come greet your hosts,” Elias murmured.
