Page 11 of Drown My Sorrow

“So, we still have a chance to win her over. We can try, I don’t know, wooing or something,” Kelly mutters. “We can save her, at least, and get her away from those nut jobs.”

“Yeah, okay.” I scoff, flop down on the sand, and close my eyes. Her scent fills my nose.

I relive the moment I caught the scent while we were fighting to get her back to the beach. The sudden fear had been so intense, it had almost stopped me from moving.

Gael sits beside me. I open my eyes so I can watch him. He turns his head to look at Kelly, who is pacing aggressively in front of us.

“We need to talk, Kelly, and strategise, so come sit and stop breathing flames.”

“I really fucking hate that guy.”

“Yeah, but he’s got a decent arm on him,” I add with a snort.

“So, what we’re proposing is simple. We’re stealing the omega from the pack that claimed her?”

“Claimed but not bonded.”

“They look insane,” I say and hate how unsure I am. They don’t look insane, they looked furious.

“Which is why we need to save her.”

I close my eyes, seeing the way Keagan had looked me up and down. His interesting blue eyes had crinkled, and his lush lips had turned up on one side. He had found me wanting. I know it. I didn’t pass his checklist. Of whatever was supposed to be on it. But that change from mocking to deadly was as alarming as it was frightening.

And the whole time our omega had huddled in the tatted up psycho’s arms, hiding, shrinking from us.

Has she been bullied? Is she intimidated by them?

Maybe their kindness is a show. They look barbaric. She could be stuck, like in a cult or a gang.

Maybe she needs our help.

“Okay, so we need to save her,” I repeat, trying to get my head around it. “It’s the least we can do.”

“Let’s head back to the hotel and get some sleep. Tomorrow, we can see if we can find her. It shouldn’t be that hard.”

I roll to my feet, following Kelly as he leads us back to the hotel.

It doesn’t sound right that she needs rescuing, but I’m not sure what else to call it because the very idea of being in a pack with those guys is just not an option. There’s no way she could ever be happy with a pack like them.

Noonewilltellus anything about her.

The only thing they will say if we ask about Aspyn is this one word. Daane. I have no idea what it means, but it makes people tremble. It leaves them closing doors and shutters and turning away from us when they see us on the street.

I let out a huff as yet another vendor packs up rather than giving us answers.

Beau leans on the wall opposite us and watches our progress with a shit-eating grin. His eyes are green, and his hair is shaggy but short. He’s wearing a shirt that’s open, showing off his body, which is covered in tattoos.

I try my best to ignore him. But it’s like trying to ignore a circling shark.

“Hey, lover,” he croons, and I jump slightly. “Are you having fun?”

“You can’t hide her forever,” I snarl at him. When he just laughs, I lose my temper and snarl. “What’s your name, anyway?” I ask even though I saw it on a photo in one of the shops that confirmed the information from my emails. Beau, it’s nice, and it suits his lilting accent.

He looks at Kelly and Gael, who are walking down the street, unaware I’m caught by the enemy.

“We can,” he leans in, slides a hand up under my shirt, and brushes his fingers over my warm skin.

I try not to show much it affects me.

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