“And what’s that? The fact that I’m their mate? It doesn’t seem fair that I get both of them, and it’s not like there’s anything special about me.” I speak the words I’ve felt for a while. Messing around with them in the beginning seemed fun, but I didn’t think it would ever last. I never believed I would mean anything to them other than a good time, and I thought I was okay with that. Thinking about it now turns my stomach, but so much has changed since then.
Alice shakes my hand. “Obviously there is something special about you, or you wouldn’t be fated to be theirs. We’re not talking just about you smelling good or tasting good to them for that matter. This is so much bigger than that, Quinn. You’re part of them, you hold a piece of their souls, and they have part of yours too,” she finishes softly.
I stare into her eyes for a moment, then twist my lips. “I’m being lame, sorry.”
Alice rolls her eyes and pats my hand. “You’re not lame. Now show me this broken mirror so I can come up with all kinds of scenarios of how it got broken.” She lets out a gasp. “Maybe Evan and Stone were going at it and broke it,” she whispers.
“Griffin said they don’t fight,” I tell her right away.
“Oh, they fight, I’ve seen it. Super spank bank material. Sorry, not sorry.” She winces. “Anyway, I’m not talking about fighting. I’m talking about them fucking.”
My shoulders fall a little. “I asked about that too, it’s a no go.”
Alice’s mouth drops open, and her eyes go even wider. “You’re kind of my hero,” she murmurs once the shock of my statement wears off.
Chapter 15
Evan
When Griff returns, it’s with a definite surge of self-assurance. “You don’t look like you want to kill anyone anymore.” His placid expression is replaced with his usual glare of apathy. “Did you kiss and make up?” We’re alone on the lower level, so I don’t mind teasing him.
“Close, but it’s not as if you’re unfamiliar with the position of seeking her favor,” he goads, making sure to remind me I was falling over my feet this morning to get to Quinn so I could beg her for forgiveness.
I grunt in response. “Did you take them up to the room?” I sort through the phones, checking which ones still have enough battery left to be powered on.
“No, I left her with the female wolf.”
“Alice?”
“Yes.”
“You should call her by name, she’s Quinn’s friend,” I advise.
“Why?” Griff asks.
He can be so imperceptive sometimes. “Because you sound like an asshole.” He nods his head like he gets it. Doesn’t mean he’ll listen though.
“Have you gotten anything from the children?” He gets right down to business, proving he’s still eager to get back to Quinn, but then again, I am too.
“One of the girls unlocked her phone, but she’d never called the number. She’s a mooch.” I grab another cheap phone off the desk. Most of them are what people refer to as burners. These kids don’t have the money or family connections to have fancy shit. “This one is still on, let me see who it belongs to. Wes should be back anytime, I sent him to grab chargers for the dead ones.”
Griff looks through the small pile of remaining phones and starts hitting buttons to see if any of the others are powered on before sorting them accordingly. I grab the master key off the desk and head to the containment rooms, opening the first door. “This your phone?” My voice is purposely harsh.
“No, I think it’s Gavin’s,” a kid says.
“Which one is Gavin?”
“Um, he’s kind of tall and skinny, brown hair.”
I slam the door shut. He just described more than half of the boys we picked up. I move down the row. “This your phone?” I hit paydirt on the third try.
“Yeah, I think that’s mine,” the boy answers.
“Are you Gavin?” He nods in response. “I want the passcode for your phone.” I hold up the device.
Gavin licks his lips. “I bought it used, so I’m not sure what’s on there,” he hedges.
“I don’t care about your porn collection, kid, unless you got some illegal shit on here. You got illegal shit on here?”
