I push through the doors, calling goodbye to the agents who made it out after me. Better get home to organize my notes for the bail hearing. Then I’ll call the prison again to see if they can tell me anything about Zack’s condition.
And get a good sleep so I’m fresh for a sex scene with the omega I love.
Chapter forty-one
Red
Zack’s hearing is tomorrow, but today I face an even bigger challenge, one that will test the limits of my acting skills.
Rickon slips a collared dress over my head and smooths it down, his green eyes serious as he gazes at me. I reach out to sweep silver hair off his forehead. My sweetheart’s been a little out of it since Zack’s outburst, walking into poles and dropping things. I think it’ll go away once his pack alpha gets home, which, fingers crossed, happens tomorrow.
Truth be told, I’m a bit dazed, too. The bond we share pulled back the curtain on Zack’s past. I understand him now, why he twitched at every little noise, beat his head against walls, and attacked dogs out for walkies. Just like me, the madness almost swallowed him whole.
But it didn’t. Zack fought the inner war hard, bringing him all the way to us. And, according to an early-morning text from Callisto, he’s made it through his latest battle without breaking any bones.
Rickon smiles softly and cups my cheek. “Feeling okay, Biscuit?”
I lean into his touch, eyes fluttering closed. “Mm-hmm.”
“Big day, filming your first sex scene.”
“Yeah. Maybe we should get a little practice in.”
Rickon strokes my lips with his thumb. “Trust me on this—today will be the most exhausting day of acting you’ve ever done. Sex scenes are harder than they look.”
I kiss his thumb. “I believe you. Always.”
He melts, the focus in his eyes blurring as he leans in to kiss me properly.
When we break apart, he clears the emotion from his voice. “It may not be the perfect time, but I want to show you something on the way out.”
I cock my head. “What is it?”
“A surprise.” He grins, energy in his steps as he helps me into a jacket and heads downstairs. I trail after him, slipping into comfortable tennis shoes and grabbing my purse. “Come on,” Rickon calls, holding the front door open.
“Don’t want to be late,” I sing-song, copying his usual leaving-the-house mantra.
Rickon grins. “Exactly.”
“Bye-bye, house. Bye-bye, bench,” I say as I slide past him. “I’m off to film my first ever sex scene!” Excitement prickles in my belly as I stride for the elevator, swinging my arms.
Rickon runs up behind to grab my hand and he tugs me in the opposite direction we usually go, heading to a doorway at the back of the hall.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Wait and see,” he says, wriggling his brows.
“Oh, but what if you’re kidnapping me?” I ask, pressing one hand to my chest dramatically.
He chuckles and halts, wrapping one arm around my waist and tugging me roughly into his side. “So what if I am? Would you still come?”
“Faster than the speed of light,” I promise.
Rickon leans me backward and kisses me hard. We’re both giddy at the idea of finally bringing Zack home. When I deepen the kiss, Rickon growls softly and tugs away. “We’ll never leave the building at this rate.”
I chuckle and get my feet under me.
Rickon stops in front of another elevator that’s at least twice as big as the regular ones. “This is the service elevator,” he explains. “How they get furniture into the apartments and do repairs and whatnot.”
