Page 27 of No Escape

Omen sits on the seat next to her, but I’ve kept my big ass on the opposite side of the table. After a strenuous workout, all I wanted was a hot meal and a shower.

I’m still confused why she didn’t eat from the hot bar. It’s always filled with much heartier options.

I burned a few extra calories teaching Sergei and Vlad an important lesson about keeping their fucking hands to themselves, but I’m sure the guards are going to make us all suffer for that.

Even thinking about the Russian assholes makes my fists clench.

They should know better.

They’ve been here long enough to understand the rules.

Even when I’m fully rabid, I understand the concept of consent. That’s not something that just disappears from your consciousness, unless you never had any intention of being a decent human being to start with.

Holding the bag of ice to my eye, I watch the gorgeous woman shove several crisps into her mouth. I suppose she would call thosechips. She’s American, that much is clear from her accent, but she doesn’t have the hardened shell that most omegas who come to the facility have.

It’s none of my business.

I’ve learned my lesson about staying out of other people’s affairs.

Omen must be poking at my thoughts in the bond. An obnoxious laugh slips from his lips, and I roll my eyes. The move doesn’t feel great, considering the kick Vlad got to my eye socket. The one on the side of my skull hurts considerably less, but he got lucky with the second slam of his boot.

The mask protected me from the brunt of it, but that fucker tried his best to break my nose.

“Am I allowed to grab another of these?” the omega asks, shoving the last bite of sandwich into her mouth.

“Of course.” Omen pushes himself out of his seat and stands next to her. “Another turkey, or would you like to branch out?”

She brings a hand up to block her chewing. “The same thing, please.”

My partner takes off, and I meet her gaze.

“Be careful. If you overdo it, you’ll make yourself sick.”

She nods, pulling her hand down.

A pretty pink flush dances over her cheeks and the bridge of her pert nose.

Damn, she even has nice lips.

“Thank you. I didn’t think about that, but I’m sure you’re right.” Her eyes dart around, and she leans forward, keeping her voice low. “I was hoping I could speak with the two of you. Maybe somewhere more private?”

That’s a bad fucking idea. She needs to take herself back to the women’s wing and far away from me. We’re entirely too compatible for me to be anywhere close to her without an audience.

I know my core values, but I don’t trust myself anymore. Ever since the rot set in, I lose time. It’s dangerous for me to be around anyone who can’t protect themselves.

I don’t get to voice my concerns.

The facility alarm rips through the air, sounding a thousand times louder in the open space of the cafeteria.

Saylor jolts, her ass leaving the seat as her hands land on the table.

Fuck.

I figured it was coming.

Although I didn’t expect it to be this soon.

Vlad and Sergei must have been in worse shape than I thought. That, or their benefactor doesn’t want to take any chances.

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