Terror shoots through me in a way that hasn’t when I’ve had daggers shoved into my ribs or guns held to my temple.
Finding and then losing my Omega is my weakness.Mr. Baskerville has found it.
“Be a good Omega and don’t die. I’ll cherish you, build you nests, and feed you chocolate. All the good shit, yeah?” I wrack my mind for the romantic shit that Mars writes about. “Writing poems and giving flowers didn’t work out for my brother. If you fight through this today, however, then I swear that you’ll have an Alpha who will tear out the throats of your enemies, while you stand at my side. Because I’m both Alpha and Omega; what’s the difference between us, huh? You’ll have equality with me. That’s worth living for, right?”
Seventy-one better live. Or I’ll kick his ass.
Is that how nursing works?
I’ve never nursed anyone in my life.
Nico made it look easy when he cared for my brother, but no one looked after me when I was sick.
When I suffered from flu as a kid, I was banished to suffer with chills and fever by myself in my room, until I was well enough to return to my training.
I always made a nest out of my blanket.
I’ll start there.
I hook my arms under Seventy-one’s. Then with the small amount of my returning strength, I drag the Omega painful inch by painful inch along the floor.
Normally, it wouldn’t be a strain for me. After the shock, however, I may as well be dragging a truck.
I bare my fangs. “Come on…”
I gasp as I haul Seventy-one after me up onto the rubber mattress.
If Greco is crazy enough to ignore the warden’s warning and return to sear a current through the cell again, it would kill Seventy-one in this state. The mattress is the only safe place.
Seventy-one is still lying like a sack of potatoes, unmoving.
Breathing hard, I clamber onto the narrow space next to him, as if we are on a narrow raft bobbing on shark-infested seas.
Mars would play pirates with me like this, when we could sneak away from my trainers.
Seventy-one and I are pressed close together.
Okay, nurse time.
I should keep him warm, right? Build him a nest.
I grab the single, scratchy thin blanket and wrap it around Seventy-one’s narrow shoulders, carefully freeing his curls.
My cheeks flame that this is the best I can manage.
I pull him to sit up, cradled in my arms on my lap. I push his nose next to my neck.
“Smell my pheromones.”I have no idea what I’m doing.“Good Omega.”
Seventy-one’s eyes don’t open, but he snuffles at my throat.
His tongue licks out. He nuzzles me.
An unexpected joy rushes through me, which is greater than the thrill of taking down a tough target.
“You licked me.” I stare down at Seventy-one in shock.
The Omega appears unconscious, but despite that, he is responding to me.
