“Let’s go.”
Kyan and Sinclair must have heard something in my voice because they turned toward me immediately. Sinclair stopped struggling against the other two guards who had come to defend the young Alpha. He jerked his head down once and shoved free of their grips. I turned to Kyan as I strode toward the exit.
“We’ll have her bail approved by end-of-business hours.” A quiet fell over me. A familiar one I hadn’t felt since she’d come into my life with the force of a storm. I latched onto my determination to free her.
I rolled my shoulders and looked at Bill. “She remains untouched.” The threat in my voice was clear, but I didn’t stay to take in anyone else’s reaction.
We were cutting off a lot of connections, but who the fuck cared?
We had a meeting with Corbin Jonas, the judge who’d sign her paperwork, tomorrow morning, but we couldn’t wait that long.
The impersonal hallways seemed to stretch even further. What a fucking mess.
This wasn’t what I had foreseen when I first broke into that Omega’s apartment. To be fair, I’d never believed I would see her again. But just as I had anticipated, she brought chaos with her.
She brought with her emotions.
Needs.
Wants.
But worse? I wanted to fulfill everything she desired. I rolled my shoulders again. The discomfort in my chest grew, and with the distance, the warmth she’d infected me with left a hollow pit in my gut.
It didn’t take long to get through the jail’s parking lot. Since it was a few hours past midnight, it was still dark out.
We sat in the car, silent.
“She didn’t really fuck him.” Kyan’s voice wilted toward the second half.
I closed my eyes.
Her determined expression, riddled with anger, flashed through my memory. She’d looked distraught as she spat the words at us.
A flare of doubt speared through the soured sensation in my stomach. Even if she had fucked someone, she was still ours. If it were true, it changed nothing.
She smelled of another Alpha.
A hot poker had taken up residence in my throat.
I’d rather live in denial because it wasn’t something I could face right now.
“No, she didn’t,” I agreed.
I leaned forward, dragging my fingers through my hair, hard enough to rip strands out.
I turned the key.
“Slow the fuck down,”Kyan hissed. “Before someone calls the police. You know how these neighborhoods tend to be.”
I ignored Kyan and careened down the street of ostentatious houses.
“Phantom came through, I have the floor plans,” Sinclair shouted, holding his phone up. We were going in without a plan. It was rash, but I couldn’t leave Briar in there a single day longer now that we had the information we needed about the judge.
Sinclair rattled off the locations of the different rooms in the Corbin Jonas’ house . . . the judge we were waiting on to sign over the documents that would release Briar. I rolled past a gate and leaned forward, searching the numbers on the large two-story homes.There it is. I rolled up against the curb and parked the van, leaving the keys in place.
“At least hide your face.” Kyan grabbed my shoulder, jerking me to a stop.
I approached him until my chest hit his, our noses almost level. “Fuck. Off.”
