His voice is completely devoid of emotion.
I don’t know how I could have believed for a single minute that this man had any love in his heart for me, or for my mother.
He closes the door on me, and I shoot to my feet in horror as the sound of key going into a lock makes me realize this isn’t a normal bedroom.
I know I’m too late, but I rattle the knob anyway, hoping against hope that the sound was my mind playing tricks on me.
The door won’t open.
My shoulders sag as I give up.
I lean back against the door as it hits me that I’m trapped.
This is worse than being in that back of that cop car.
It’s worse than being threatened with a gun.
Everything he said to me runs back through my thoughts.
I know what his intentions are, and I can’t let him use me like that.
I need to get the hell out of here.
Chapter One Hundred-Thirty-Nine
Jay
When we finally get close to catching up with the detective’s car, it becomes obvious that we have more than one obstacle to get around before we can rescue our mate. The rich side of Silver Valley is full of private security assholes, and real fucking cops with shitty attitudes.
Getting pulled over for the second time when we’re so damn close to Robin’s father’s Silver Valley address makes my grip tighten on my phone, and my jaw clench hard enough to hurt.
Owen rolls down the window.
I’m glad he’s here with us.
Falcon and I probably would have been arrested on the first check if we’d come here without him. Neither of us have any patience for this bullshit.
“How can I help you, officer?” Owen asks.
The guy in the uniform leans over and stares inside, getting his fucking flashlight in my eyes in order to satisfy his curiosity.
“Licence and registration, please,” he orders, standing back and holding out his hand.
Owen already has the stuff he needs in his lap.
He left it there after the first time.
He passes it to the guy.
“Cressidan City resident, huh?” the cop asks.
Great.This guy wants to know what the fuck we’re doing all the way out here.
“I run security at Goldcrest Academy,” Owen tells him. “There was an incident. We drove out here to bring one of our residents back home. Should be a simple pick up, then we’ll be back on the road and out of your hair in no time.”
“A resident, huh? I don’t know anyone out here who has a kid the right age to be dating anyone at the academy.”
“She’s not an Omega. She’s one of our staff. There are extenuating circumstances involved.”
