My eyes fly to the boy, but he doesn’t do more than stretch in his sleep, so I focus on his mom once more.
“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me.” I avoid grabbing her wrist, even as her nails dig into my skin to the point it feels like she’s drawing blood.
“Malachy?”
“That’s right.” I lean away as she rolls onto her back and sits up. “Lukas is fine. He’s right next to you.”
She twists to face him and runs her fingers over his cheek. “It was so real.”
“Your nightmare?” I ask, grimacing.
She’s still sleepy, but eventually, she’s going to wake up enough that she asks me what the hell I’m doing in here.
“I thought he found us,” she whispers, rolling her lips together.
“Lukas’s dad?” I ask, hoping she’ll give me something.
Her head shakes, and it’s like she shuts down before my eyes. “I’m sorry I woke you.”
I can’t exactly tell her that I haven’t slept a wink, because I’ve been stationed outside her door all night. “No apology needed. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Forcing myself to climb off the bed is difficult, but it’s not like I can make her let me hold her while she falls back to sleep. It’s weird as shit that I would even want to, but I fully blame alpha and omega dynamics on why it feelswrongto leave her when she’s so unsettled.
Goddammit.
I need more information on the kid’s dad.
Chapter Eleven
Charlotte
Before
We make it back to the clubhouse after a four-day run, and I’m exhausted. No matter how much it pisses off Blade, I can’t bring myself to go out and party. The noise is obnoxious, but I’m exhausted enough that I’ll be able to sleep through it.
I’m on thin ice, and I know it.
He’s suspicious and watching everything I do. He noticed when I stopped drinking, but I used the excuse that I’ve got an ulcer or something seriously wrong with my stomach. That hasn’t stopped him from trying to force me to get high every time he does.
I’ve been as sneaky as possible, pushing my line into someone else’s and just sucking up air. I won’t be able to get away with that for long.
He will notice, and it will get ugly.
He already suspects something.
I was barely able to keep myself awake on the ride, but the only reason they could is because they were blitzed out of their minds.
Being coked into oblivion makes it easy enough to go days without sleep.
I can’t do that shit anymore.
My hand runs over my abdomen, and I once again berate myself for not being smarter. I had to have fucked up and missed a dose of my birth control somewhere.
When?
I have no idea.
The days meld into one never-ending day when I don’t sleep.
