“Why?” Kole crosses his arms and raises a brow at him.
Fuzzy grunts, and out of his mouth comes a sentence in perfect Russian. At least, it sounds perfect to me, but that’s not really saying a whole lot. Kole’s brows shoot up, and then he’s standing from his seat.
“Come,Bratishka.”
“What’s going on?” Adela whispers, her brows furrowed as she looks up at me.
“It’ll be okay, Addie.” I can’t help but ruffle her hair as I step away from the table. “What did he say?” I whisper to Kole as we follow Fuzzy into the kitchen.
“He said, ‘It is about your omega so come get your ass in the kitchen before I drag you in there myself.’”
“I’m surprised you’re not mad he talked to you like that.”
“Words do not mean much,Bratishka,” he shrugs, “It is actions that do most of the talking, and I would like to hear what the fuzzy man has to say.”
We get to the kitchen, only to find Nurse Helaena, West, and Sam already in attendance. Turnip climbs out of the pocket on my chest and onto my shoulder, and Fuzzy looks at me in surprise. “You have Turnip.”
The rat clambers off my shoulder and onto the counter next to me as she starts sniffing around. “You know about Turnip?”
“Of course I do.” He huffs, like he’s offended I even asked.
“What are we doing here?” Sam asks, crossing his arms. “This is more than a little suspicious.”
“What is theratdoing?” West tilts his head, watching Turnip scurry across the countertop.
“Sniffing for bugs,” Kole, Fuzzy and I all say at the same time.
Right then, a cell phone starts ringing. Damn. It's been a while since I’ve heard one ofthose.
Fuzzy pulls a burner phone out of his back pocket and flips it open. “Boss.” Both Kole and Sam stiffen at the word. “Yeah, I got ‘em all here. Okay. One sec.”
He pulls the phone away from his ear and covers the microphone. “One thing you should know is that Turnip’s collar is fitted with amicrophone so everything you’ve said in front of her has been recorded and most likely listened to.”
My brows shoot up in surprise, and before anyone can respond, he presses a button on the phone, prompting a voice to start speaking through the speaker. “Am I currently talking to thefuckwits that lost my sister?”
Oh shit. Looks like Declan found us first.
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Jo
My eyes blink open, and I find myself staring at a ceiling. An aged and yellowing ceiling, not unlike the one I woke up to…how long ago was that?
The last thing I remember is fighting with two orderlies…
It sounds like someone is banging on the walls, but a second later, I realize it’s just my head.Thump, thump, thump. The pounding slowly chips away at my sanity.
Or, what’s left of it, anyway.
Groaning, I tentatively try to move my arms to find that Ican, in fact, move them freely. But…my limbs ache. My whole body does, really. I feel bone tired, and it takes every ounce of willpower I possess to sit up and look around the room.
It’s a…prison cell. Minus the bars, at least. Everything else though? The white paint on the concrete walls is yellowing, there’s a metal toilet in the corner, and while the door isn’t unlike the one I had at Thornfield, there’s a little window that can slide open and shut—right at eye level.
Of course, it can only be engaged from the other side of the door.
My blood chills as I realize where I am.
The Cathedral.
