She does, her body moving instantly. I don’t know whether it’s her natural omega instincts or the way she was raised at that fucked up facility, but her natural submission makes a part of my brain screammine.
“Good girl,” I growl before plucking a pancake off the plate and shoving it into my mouth.
She blinks up at me, her expression hesitant as she seems to wait for my reaction to the pancake.
“This shit’s a lot better than the nutrient-dense slop they feed us,” I say.
“So you like it?” She asks, flashing me a bright smile.
There it is.
That’s what I’ve been waiting for.
“I do,” I nod, my gaze roving over her body.
Her small form is swallowed by a baggy hoodie and what look to be the scrawny kid’s basketball shorts.
I don’t like it.
Maybe because I don’t like the sight of her in another man’s clothing. Maybe because I want to glimpse the tantalizing curvesunderneath the fabric. But mostly because I can’t see if she’s hurt underneath.
She seems to walk fine, and she’s not showing any obvious signs of pain.
Maybe Jett was lying. Maybe he didn’t end up going through with his plans.
“Did they really send you in with Rage?” I ask.
She nods, holding the plate up for me to take another pancake.
I stare at her, shock washing over me.
“And you’re okay?”
“Yeah!” She nods.
“He didn’t do anything to hurt you?”
“No, he was a little scary at first, but definitely not as scary as everyone made him out to be.”
“He didn’t freak out?”
“I mean, he did a little. But only when they were going to take me away.” Her pouty bottom lip fucking wobbles as she stares up at me with those enormous eyes. “They—they shocked him until he passed out. It was terrible!”
She’s magic.
A walking miracle.
The Mercer Farm hasn’t ever done anything like this, so I’m not sure whether it’s her designation as an omega or something special about her that seems to have all of us fucking entranced by her.
“Pancake?” She asks, lifting the plate up to the bars for me to take again.
She’s close enough for me to grab her. Pull her up against the bars.
But I don’t. I just take a pancake like the trained dog this fucking hellhole has spent years turning me into.
She spins around and offers Griffin another pancake too. My eyes track her everymovement.
“Hey.” My gaze jerks to the scrawny kid, who has his hands shoved in his jean pockets.
