He looked out to the platform where I’d been watching from.
“I’ll bring you some more.”
I didn’t respond to his muttered statement.
He hesitated. After coming to a decision, he lowered to the ground, his back to the pane, facing me with his knees drawn up. He looked awkward, bending his long limbs.
“How did you know Alice Lane?”
The simple question held so much weight.
“Where is she? Can you get me in contact with her?” My questions spilled out of me at rapid-fire speed.
He eyed me.
“She’s dead.”
I deflated, my heart sinking.No. No. No!She was my only source after Lyndsy had died! She could have cleared my name. Alice was the last thread I had to get out of this shit storm after trying to out those horrid excuses for men.
Kyan settled a palm on my arm, and it ripped me out of my panic. I sucked in a breath, the pressure in my chest loosening. He tugged my arm and slid his hand around my waist. I crawled into his lap, curling as close as I could.
I felt weak and helpless, but if I focused on the large Alpha holding me, the feeling faded.
“I’m okay,” I wheezed, cinching my eyes shut until they blocked out the light, turning the inside of my eyelids pink.
“Briar, tell me.” His cajoling, soft voice worked its magic, and it all spilled out of me.
“She was my informant. She told me about you three and the shady shit you were up to. That article happened because of her. But while I was looking for proof through public records, I found a domestic violence report against Bourne Pack, under Ruben Bourne, where the charges were dropped.” I shook my head. “I couldn’t let it go and started digging, which led me to another domestic violence report.” I licked my lips. “I started working on an exposé aboutthemaround the time I published yours.” I shuddered. “They must have killed Alice. Just like they killed Lyndsy for agreeing to meet with me.”
If they were willing to do that to one of their Omegas, then they would have gotten rid of Alice for sure. The same thing they were trying to do to me . . .
“I’m going to fucking die,” I mumbled, turning my face into his chest. Alpha pheromones hugged me, and combined with his soothing rub of my back, I went limp against him.
“No, you won’t.” He snarled his abrupt comment. “No one will touch you.” His arms stiffened around me.
“Kyan.” Sinclair burst into the room and slammed the door.
“What?” Kyan snapped, his pupils blooming when they clapped on me. I tensed until it felt I would break.
“Authorities are here.” Sinclair’s eyes snapped to my face. “Elias wants you to handle the situation downstairs,” he said gruffly, not looking away. “Before they start trying shite and findherhere.”
The last comment made Kyan exhale and pat my thigh to slide off him. He turned and clasped my face. “I’ll handle it. Stay put.” With that, he left, taking with him a growing comfort I was attempting to not let take over.
Sinclair hadn’t moved, and we remained still, staring at each other. He could continue to hover. I tucked my knees higher to fold my arms over them and rested my cheek on my forearm, facing away from him.
All the tipped-over furniture was back in its place, and servers were wiping every surface down with disinfectant. That was only the first round of cleaning; later, another couple would arrive during downtime and do another routine.
Footsteps approached, but I didn’t pay them any mind. Sinclair said nothing for a good few breaths, and just when I was relaxing into the silence as I looked out of the window, he spoke.
“You were watching me.”
I didn’t bother glancing up at him.
“What are you talking about?” I tried for nonchalance.
“Were you watching us, erm, you know . . .” He went silent again.
Why was he dancing around the words?
