“That’s the cafeteria cook. The one who makes the soup Robin likes.”
“It is?” Jay asks. “That was pretty good.”
“I think she’ll be finished her shift soon. I’ll call the cafeteria now.”
Owen picks up his land line and makes the call.
“How many more are there?” Damian asks.
“Just a few,” Jay states.
Rob’s Alpha has been in an angry mood since I got into the room. It’s clear he doesn’t like risking his Omega’s safety, even if Rob is keen to help.
I can’t blame him. I know I’d feel the same way if Harper wanted to do something risky to help someone else. It wasn’t easy to let him work with that symphony orchestra in the city, and if Jay hadn’t made it his mission to keep him safe there’s no way I could have let him do that.
This is even riskier. The skills Rob has on top of his Omega status only make him even more of a temptation to the wrong kinds of people.
Owen hangs up the phone. “She should be here in a few minutes.”
Rob nods. He’s standing near his Alpha, hands in his pockets.
Damian’s not the only one who wants to get out of this room.
I want to get back to our suite, but I know this is important.
As soon as the last few names are cleared, we’ll know the academy is safe from the biggest threat we’re aware of. It’s a pretty impressive feat, and I can’t say I would have thought about it the same way Jay did.
He’s going to make this place as safe as it can be.
I count the seconds down in my head as we wait, rolling up the contract in my hands.
The frosted glass doesn’t darken until four minutes have passed.
“She’s here,” Jay tells Owen, before she knocks and he opens the door.
The friendly faced woman walks in and gives everyone a looking over.
“I hope I’m not in any trouble,” Pris says. “I might have stolen a pen last week, but that’s about the worst thing I’ve ever done.”
Owen gives her a smile. “It’s just a random check. It’ll be over in a few seconds.”
He has a clipboard in his hands, but he hasn’t been writing anything down.
“Okay, what do you want me to do?” She seems perfectly fine with this.
The security guards knew everything that was expected when they came in, because it’s the kind of thing they do in their work. She’s kitchen staff so she has no idea what’s normal here.
“Raise your arms. Our newbie is going to do a pat down. He’s not going to touch anywhere he shouldn’t. It’s really a training exercise.”
She raises her arms, and Rob moves behind her.
He does everything the way Owen taught him.
The difference this time, is he looks pained to be doing it.
He pauses with every step, and at the end he gives the signal that she’s one of them.
She’s been brainwashed. The woman who cooks the food my mates have been eating.
