“Please get them out,” I asked the big Alpha. He nodded once.
I backed up, meeting Sonia’s eyes. She smiled and waved. She was already dressed for work because from here she was heading out.
Fern shuffled me out the rest of the way, leading me to the car. I was on edge. I plopped onto the passenger-side seat and drooped against it. Fern settled in and started the car.
“I apologize for not telling you the truth.”
“It’s okay, I could tell you were hiding something, but we’re trained not to push.”
Hugging myself, I nodded and watched the blur of cars pass. “I will advise though, next time, maybe get dressed before running around like a banshee.” I looked down at my PJs and slippers. I’d been so rushed I hadn’t bothered to dress appropriately.
“You’re right,” I mumbled sheepishly.
I’d yankedthe gray comforter off Dorian’s bed and currently had all my comfy, soft blankets bunched around the bed. I kept rearranging the mink one though.
Kicking off the slippers, I climbed on and curled in the middle. Still, something was off. I rubbed my cheek against the fur. It tangled with my bare legs. After showering, I’d put on panties and my sleep shirt. I rolled to my other side.
Nope, that didn’t help. Sitting up, I huffed. Dorian’s dresser snagged my attention. I scooted off the bed, opened his shirt drawer, then pulled one of his button-downs out and pressed it to my face.
It calmed the niggling itchiness. I needed a shirt from each of them. Shoving my feet into the slippers, I shuffled down the hall to Cade’s bedroom. His bed wasn’t made, and the single blanketwas bunched at the end with a shirt tossed over it. I went directly for it and picked up the Cade coated shirt. It passed the sniff test.
Now one of Rafe’s. His room was neater, with everything carefully in place. His drawers were open and inside, everything was mixed and jumbled. I sought out one of his shirts and grabbed it.
Hugging them to my chest, I returned to Dorian’s bedroom, back to his cell which I’d left in the room.
A few hours had passed and still no news. When I first returned to the house, I’d been calling Bill every thirty minutes, and he finally told me he needed to focus on getting them out. I crawled back up the bed and nestled in the middle, tugging the blanket barrier closer until it touched my skin.
My anxiety hadn’t lessened, and it wouldn’t until they returned. I curled their shirts closer to me, inhaling them like I could suck them into myself.
Chapter 39
Idrummed my fingers on the top of my thigh, standing to the side of the counter where Rafe was collecting his things. The cuffs were finally off after hours of being chained up in the fucking cell. I was itching to get home, back to Eva.
“There was a page in my pocket,” Rafe bit out. “Where is it?” The female Beta officer behind the glass leaned forward.
“No there wasn’t.”
“Check again,” Rafe growled, and the Beta shivered at the assault of his dominance, even with the glass between them. Her mouth remained pinched.
“Just look again,” I snapped. If Rafe was saying he had a paper, then he had a paper. Her eyes swung over to me, and I could see the refusal. “Please,” I tacked on, offering a syrupy-sweet smile.
She finally nodded and left. In her absence, I listened in on Bill and Dorian’s conversation.
“That Omega of yours is relentless,” Bill said to Dorian. “You did well.”
I stiffened and narrowed my eyes. Rafe turned, also put off by the admiration.
“No disrespect.” Bill clapped Dorian on the shoulder. “She was in here ordering your release.”
“She was here?” I asked, beating Dorian to the punch.
“Yes, and she was refusing to leave. She was the one who brought me the ammunition I needed to get you out quickly. The second girl who filed a report against you dropped her charges because of her.”
She’d defended us?
Dorian and Rafe seemed as stunned as I was.
“I found it,” the female officer interrupted our reeling, and she slid the folded piece of paper into the little tray. Rafe quickly grabbed it, opening it with jerky motions. I peered over his shoulder.
