Page 26 of No Escape

He’s going to have a hell of a black eye.

“I’m sorry you were injured,” I say, holding out a hand. “Saylor. Um, that’s me. It’s my name. I’m not saying I’m a sailor.”

Wow…as smooth as ever.

God, I really am hopeless.

The massive alpha’s chest heaves, and his breathing echoes under the mask.

I’ve never had a thing for overly muscular guys, but where Omen is slender with lithe muscles, Valor is just a genuine freaking beast.

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen someone as tall as he is, but if I could reach, I’d wipe away the trickle of blood that’s about to drip into his eye.

Valor leans closer, inhaling deeply.

A feral snarl escapes his lips, and I jolt.

Omen still doesn’t allow me to retreat. “Did you dispose of Vlad and Sergei?”

Valor grunts and brings his bloody hand to the bottom of my hair. He grabs a decent amount and bends, pulling it to his nose. That mask seems to make all of his sounds even louder, but I’m a little afraid to move, let alone to comment on his heavy breathing.

“He knows English,” Omen says, sounding amused. “He does seem dead set on doing his best caveman impression, though.”

My chest rises and falls in rapid pants as Valor’s dark eyes meet mine. Everything in me screams that it’s dangerous to have this alpha’s full attention focused onme.

He releases my hair and steps back. “You smell scared.”

I’m not an expert on accents, but I think I know enough to say that his is Scottish, while Omen’s accent is Irish.

The cafeteria is still dead silent, and it’s easy to feel everyone’s eyes on us.

My instinctshateit.

My system urges me to run and find somewhere safe to hide.

“You’re scared,” he repeats, the words running together with how thick his brogue is.

I nod, deciding being truthful is the best option. “I am, but not of you. Thank you for stopping those men.” Glancing over my shoulder at Omen, I give his hand a reassuring squeeze. “You too. Thank you for following me.”

My stomach growls so loudly, it’s impossible to mistake the sound. I bring my free hand to rub against the empty feeling.

“You didn’t feed her?” Valor growls, but his eyes are focused over my shoulder.

“I was too busy rescuing her to worry about finding her a tray,” Omen says in his thick accent. “Why don’t we handle that? It looks like they’re about to lower the gates to wrap up service, and you could use some ice for that shiner.”

My heart races.

This is going much better than I expected.

ChapterEight

Valor

We have an issue.

A big motherfucking problem.

Nothing I’ve ever scented smells like the omega currently devouring the sandwich and crisps she found in the bagged lunch that she grabbed from the cooler.

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