I can’t stay here. There has to be a way for me to get out on good behavior and go right back to getting Mabel. If I call Declan in to retrieve me now, she might be lost forever.
Ican’tlet that happen.
Fuck, how long has it been since they brought me in here? I try to gauge what Hayden is feeling through the bond without lifting the blinds, but all I can feel is his muted presence.
I bet he’s losing his mind.
Part of me wishes I had said “screw it” and bonded the other guys too, because then at least I’d have an idea with how they’re dealing with everything.
Well, at least Kole. Ireallyhope he hasn’t killed anyone yet.
West and Sam told me they wanted in, but really, I’ve had one kiss with West, two with Sam, and that’s pretty much it.
I wouldn’t blame them if they wanted to call it off at this point.
Well, actually, I totally would blame them. I might hunt them down, tie them up and give them a piece of my mind. But I would totally pretend to be okay at first. You know, like a completely sane, logical omega.
A blinking red light catches the corner of my vision, and I turn my head to see a security camera in the corner, bolted to the ceiling. Either they installed this just for me, or only the patients’ rooms are monitored via video feed because there definitely weren’t any cameras in the common areas the last time I was here.
I’m not sure which option is worse.
Scowling, I raise two middle fingers to the offending camera, and then stick my tongue out for good measure.
I’m so intent on my taunting, that when there’s an actual hard knock on the door, I’m jumping in surprise.
The metal panel slides open, and a chipper voice calls out, “Wakey, wakey, little psycho!” Then his gray eyes land on me. “Oh, good! You’re already up. I have breakfast.”
Scowling, I turn to see who’s decided to visit me in my zoo enclosure. If my memories weren’t so fuzzy, I’d be able to tell with certainty if this is the beta orderly from yesterday.
When all I do is stare at him blankly, he tilts his head. “Aren’t you going to ask me nicely?” he taunts.
I really wish I had my shiv right about now.
Closing my eyes to hide the way they roll to the back of my head, I stand, pasting a saccharine smile on my face. “Oh of course, Precious.” I let my hospital gown droop off one shoulder, not caring about the bit of skin exposed. “How rude of me.” I’m not sure if he can see the sway of my hips as I saunter towards him, and I hope to hell he can’t tell how shitty I’m feeling. Based on the way his eyes are trained on me, I’m pretty sure my well-being is the last thing he’s thinking about.
When I reach the door, I stand on my tip-toes and tilt my head, fluttering my lashes. “Pretty please,” I make my fingers walk on the frame of the opening between us, “could I have some breakfast?”
I’ll play nice until I get what I want. Maybe I can trick them into letting me make a phone call if they think they have a shot at me sucking their dicks without biting them off.
Not that I ever would. Nope. My packs’ dicks are the only ones ever going near my mouth again.
He grins, a smug, satisfied smile on his face as his eyes dart to my shoulder. “Mmm. I think you can do better than that, Josie.”
I freeze.
Josie? Abso-fucking-lutely not.
I recover quickly even as rage boils in my veins, and I let out a little giggle. His eyes brighten with interest, and as I sweetly, tentatively, reach my hand through the window to stroke a hand through his hair, his eyes flutter closed.
His pathetic voice is shaky. “Um, maybe—”
Snarling, I tangle my fingers in the hair at the back of his neck and pull forward as hard as I can. Since I caught him off guard, there’s almost zero resistance as his forehead slams into the metal door.
There isn’t a sound besides the clatter of what sounds like a cup or something plastic clattering to the ground. But the orderly doesn’t make a peep.
No noise. No name calling, no scream of rage. I must have knocked him out.
Huh. Guess I was madder than I thought.
