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I laugh though I shouldn’t. “Gideon, what just happened?”
He lifts me and carries me away from the professor, setting me on the counter. “It’s fine—he’s fine. He just got hit with what I’ve been acclimating to since we arrived here.”
Unable to stop myself, I rest my hands on his broad shoulders. “What does that mean?”
“Baby girl, your power over us… it’s almost uncontrollable. I’m struggling every second, but I’ll do what’s right for you.”
When my forehead knots, he tries to smooth away my confusion. “I don’t want to hurt you or make you miserable.”
He leans closer, his steady heart soothing mine. “Oh, this isn’t misery—this is the chance for us to prove ourselves to you and your inner omega. It takes a hell of a trial to do that. I’m just a little further along than our friend over there.”
“What are we going to do with him?”
Gideon grins. “I’m sure there’s some rope around here somewhere.”
CHAPTER32
ETHAN
I open my eyes, instantly aware that I’ve been moved. I’m now on a cot in a small, barely furnished room. The walls are barren, a drab grey that matches the concrete floor, and like the other room, there are no windows. The only other piece of furniture is a folding chair positioned near the door, where the killer sits and observes me like I’m an animal caught in his trap.
A camping lantern beside the cot provides the only light, which doesn’t quite reach his face. He’s basically a shadow with sparkling, dark eyes. He says nothing, like he’s waiting for me to speak, but I have no words. I won’t believe his answers—if he were inclined to share—so what’s the point of asking any of the hundred questions in my head?
Why did he save me?
Why didn’t he let me die?
They seem like similar questions, but each tells a different story.
Why did he want me dead?
Why would he want Tillie dead?
What did we ever do to him?
What did any omega do to him?
What does he fear so much that he’s willing to kill innocent people?
How did he end up in that alley? Not his mode of transportation, but what choices in his life caused him to be there with us? We arrived by fate. He arrived by plan. Why?
Is it possible he’ll ever be good to Tillie, if he is her alpha? I can’t imagine asking that. His answer would only force me to rip my stitches to hell, because I will beat him until he kills me if says one nasty word about the love of my life.
It’s odd that this silence doesn’t feel uncomfortable. It just feels like we’re both in our corners of the ring, centering ourselves before we fight. I love those moments. There are rules to them, the one place you’re completely safe in an otherwise dangerous setting. Sanctioned fights have rules—are there rules here and would he tell me what they are if I asked?
Would I ever ask?
The quiet allows me to assess my body. I’m surprisingly well rested—that’s new. Maybe he dosed me again, because I can’t imagine he could move me without waking me if I wasn’t drugged. But I don’t feel drugged and my body certainly isn’t numb. My shoulder aches and my burns are truly unpleasant, but it’s the excruciating pain in my hand that distracts my focus from the rest. Would he tell me what happened to my hand when I was unconscious?
There’s one pain that’s missing, the barbed wire that surrounded my rib cage. It’s completely gone. I can inhale and exhale without that agony, so that’s something.
With my body assessed, I meet the next series of questions.
Does he know if she’s okay?
Would he tell me?
Would he promise to let me see her, talk to her?
