Page 22 of No Escape

We police ourselves here.

“All right, you’ve had your fun,” I call out, my Irish accent rolling through my words. “Take a step back, the both of ya.”

“Ahh, it’s Valor’s pet,” Vlad growls. “You can fuck off,pet.”

I snort.

I keep waiting for them to come up with something more original, but that’s giving them too much credit.

Yeah, Valor bit me—hurt like a motherfucker too—but that was solely to make us an even more formidable team. We don’t need comms or a phone to communicate, which these idiots seem to have forgotten.

Valor’s interest filters through the bond, proving my point about how valuable the connection can be under the right circumstances. He knows I’m up to something, and he’s on his way to check exactly what’s happening.

And that’s not a bad thing.

These two are massive, even for alphas. I’m six-one, not short by most people’s standards, but Valor is six-foot-six barefoot, so it’s all relative.

If I didn’t have to worry about the skittish little rabbit running off while I handle these assholes, I wouldn’t be concerned in the slightest.

My skills have never failed me, but the last thing I need is for her to bolt and get herself into even worse trouble while I’m preoccupied.

Sergei releases the omega, stepping around to block my access to her.

I smirk and shrug. “You know the rules. They won’t let you keep her if you harm her, and she’s obviously not interested. Why don’t you try your luck with the weepy one?” Tossing a thumb back toward the cafeteria, I wiggle my eyebrows. “She’s sure to cause you less hassle in the long run.”

I have no idea why, but I’m positive it’s the truth.

Something about the defiance in her eyes, even as she’s pinned to the wall by Vlad, proves I’m right. And goddamn, she does have beautiful eyes. The outer rim is a deep turquoise blue with an inner ring of hazel.

The bond is a strange experience.

It’s not like Valor and I can communicate in words or specific thoughts. It’s more of impressions that get the point across. I can share my general location or send him basics, likeI need your help. Get your arse in here.I never know how it comes across to him, but he always shows up when I need him.

When he communicates with me, it’s mostly in simple directions. He wants me to hit the wall on my left, but it’s not that I get the wordswallorleft. It’s more of a strong urge to shove my body to the other side of the corridor.

He’s not quiet as he approaches.

I do a jaunty little spin, my foot connecting with Sergei’s gut. It shoves him back before I flatten my front to the bricks on the left side of the corridor.

Valor barrels through like a battering ram and snarls, tackling Sergei to the ground.

I laugh.

At least he’s getting the chance to burn off some of that never-ending rage that’s always simmering just below the surface.

Vladimir finally releases the omega to attempt to help his friend, but that’s perfect.

I grimace when Vlad’s foot slams into the side of Valor’s skull, but luckily, that fucker has a hard head.

He’ll be fine.

The omega plasters her back to the wall and inches away like she’s about to scurry off toward the women’s rooms. Ignoring the commotion and Valor’s pain filtering through the bond, I skirt around the brawl and come to a stop in front of the pretty woman.

I extend the hand with Valor’s bite on my wrist.

Perhaps that will set her at ease.

Most assume Valor and I have a romantic relationship, simply because of our bond.

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