He’s snoring two seconds later, making me sag with relief as I lay out the spoon, sodium bicarbonate, pain pills, and morewater for him. I also make sure to write a note with instructions, though I don’t sign it.
“He’s going to be fine,” Rhodes murmurs, watching him. “There’s a camera over his bed, right?”
“Yep,” I reply, walking around the room. Rhodes immediately checks his closet before making a strangled noise.
I’m sure it’s nothing to write home about, but that was a little dramatic, even for him. The apartment has very little charm, making me wonder who Koen really is.
“Sky, get your ass in here,” he hisses. “Now.”
The urgency in his voice has me rushing into the closet with him, which is disturbingly small. I know Koen makes really good money, because his pay stubs and brand deals are all in the dossier that Fishman sent to me. Where the fuck is his nest?
There’s no room for one, unless…
“There are blankets in the corner,” Rhodes points out, squatting down. There are cubbies on the ground, and when he pulls them open, it’s to show off the knotted toys Koen has for his heat.
My stomach hurts as I look around, disgusted at how much Koen is denying himself. This needs to end. There’s no goddamned way any omega of mine is going to live like this.
Absolutely not.
“I can fix this,” I say, my lungs getting really fucking tight. Dropping into my haunches, I grab the blankets on the ground and breathe in Koen’s scent. He definitely is here often, the smell of pain strong.
Omegas aren’t meant to spend so much time without alphas. Even if they’re dating and playing the field, or they find someone just to spend their heats with, that’s better than going it alone.
A part of me is glad there’s no one else, but it’s selfish. I shouldn’t feel like this because it’s so fucking destructive forKoen. If I could get away with kidnapping him and tying him to my bed, I would.
Unfortunately, hotel security would probably deeply frown at my actions. Fucking society takes all the fun out of my life, I swear.
“We’re going to fix it,” Rhodes confirms, rubbing my back as I struggle not to hyperventilate.
Koen’s scent is almost sour here, and my eyes water at how often he spends uncomfortable hours in this fucking closet.
“This apartment needs to be destroyed,” I decide, dropping the blanket to the ground as I stand.
“Fishman’s gonna love this,” Rhodes mutters as we step out of the room.
“Find anything that may not be replaceable, please,” I say, not denying it.
My hand pulls out my phone, and I begin to update Fishman, something I didn’t have a chance to earlier.
Me
Please check the security cameras for any views of ‘oh shit’ activity from the bar I was at tonight.
I givehim the address in the next message and then bite my lip as I force myself to step out of the closet.
Fishman
There are bubbles, Skylar. What else do you need?
Leaveit to Fishman to state the obvious.
Me
Then I need you to destroy an apartment for me.
Fishman
This is why you’re my favorite client. I’ll call you later for specifics.
