Page 41 of One Way Out
The little omega gets the side closest to the open wall of the loft in case she needs to make a quick escape to the toilet, but I wrap my arm around her lower back to keep her from rolling out.
Her fingers tease over my chest, and she snuggles closer. “I can’t wait to feel better. And to be out of this place. I don’t know how you two handled it for so long.”
“It was quite boring before your arrival,” I assure her, kissing her forehead. “But we’ll be free of the facility soon. Don’t stress. Get some rest. I’ll watch over you.”
She nods. “I know you will.”
Good Lord.
There goes my heart, beating out of control. Her sincerity kills me, but in the best way. I’ve never been this fond of another human being. Well, outside of Valor, and I’ve always understood that he can take care of himself.
Saylor is like a beacon of goodness, and I know from experience, the evil of the world will prey on that innocence if it’s allowed. That means all four of us are going to have to be hypervigilant for whatever comes next. Only, I can’t allow my anxiety and stress to spill through the connection.
Taking in a deep breath of Saylor’s cherry-limeade scent, I focus on staying in the moment.
Whatever will come, will come.
There’s not a goddamn thing I can do to change it.
* * *
The buzzing that comes when the door is about to unlock wakes me out of a dead sleep. They must be delivering the evening meal. It’s the only thing my sleep-addled mind can come up with.
Scratching fills the air as Leo’s and Shaw’s chairs are shoved back. Saylor lies at my side, but her head rests on my chest as she sleeps. Moving will disturb her, but I plant a hand on her back and lean up just a little to make sure the meal exchange goes smoothly.
Valor growls.
Yelling fills the air.
My heart races as the door slams open, only to be filled with guns aiming in every direction.
This is not a normal dinner delivery. Pulling my arm from under Saylor’s head, I roll over her, hit the edge of the loft, and drop down, landing in a crouch.
“Hands in the fucking air,” one of the men growls, advancing into the cell.
Valor freezes, then slowly pulls his hands up. “It’s me you’re after.”
“It’s not,” another guard snaps. “Where is the omega? We need to check her for bites.”
Raising my palms, I stand to my full height and toss a thumb behind me in the direction of the loft. “Sleeping. She’s ill—still suffering the effects of being taken off her suppressants.”
“What do you mean, check her for bites?” Shaw asks, eyeing the guard like he might try his luck.
It’s a confined space, and those aren’t tranq guns. I’m sure he can tell as easily as I can. He really needs to chill the fuck out before this turns into a bloodbath.
“Who did she bond?” a third guard asks from the doorway.
My gaze swivels to Valor.
He gives a nod. “That would be me.”
Using his gun, the guard in front gestures between me and Valor. “The two of you, hands against the top of the bed frame and keep them where I can see them.”
Valor moves slowly until his hands hit the bottom of his loft, and I follow suit.
“What’s happening?” Saylor asks, leaning over the edge of the loft.
“You can keep your bonded alpha and his beta. These two are being brought to another cell block.” The man in the doorway holds out a hand, pointing at Leo and Shaw.
