Page 160 of Drown My Sorrow

“No.”

“What are you doing, then?”

I turn to regard the alpha. She is beautiful and so strong. I wish I could be more like her. “I know what I am. Whereas you have been born with strength that makes you stand out, I was gifted with weakness. But that doesn’t make me weak anymore than it makes you strong.” I sigh, annoyed I’m being so rude. “I came to think.”

“What about?”

“I’m wondering how he found all that information so readily,” I murmur and lean on the desk. The floor-to-ceiling books are one of my favourite things about this house. “It’s a tad convenient. And it’s a lot of information. Did they hire a PI? How quaint.” I smile to myself and then chuckle.

Ryann makes a sound and turns lavender eyes on me. She’s the quietest of the packs, and I think we’ve exchanged two words so far.

“They won’t stop, but you need to not react. Don’t give them any ammunition. Let it go.”

Erin frowns. “Locke told me to tell you something.”

I cock my head and wait. My eyes widen as she whispers words into my ear.

My stolen phone rings, and I answer the call without looking at the number.

“Aspyn?” Nat sobs.

I am so happy to hear her voice that I turn instantly, almost seeking her out.

“Nat, what’s happened?” I cry out, hearing the distress and pain.

“I’m in the city, I need you to come get me.”

I frown in confusion, already mentally working out how to get back home to rescue her. Wait! “What city?”

“Blackburn. I’m sorry, Aspyn. I need your help.”

“Where are you?”

“Broadmeads Hospital,” Nat whispers and starts to cry.

“I’m on my way.” I snatch up my cane and limp as fast as I can to the front of the house. “I need the car, Holt.”

“Sorry, Miss, that isn’t allowed.”

“Get me my car!” I shout.

He shakes his head.

“I’m telling you now, you get my car or I’ll have you fired.”

“I can’t, Miss, it’s against the rules.” His smirk is positively evil.

“Where are the keys?”

“I can’t let you have them.”

I lift my arm in frustration, but his next actions completely stupify me. He recoils and holds his hands up like I’m trying to strike him.

“What are you doing?” I ask and drop my arm.

“Don’t hurt me, Miss!” Holt cries out.

It finally dawns on me what he’s doing. “You fucker. You’re going to wish I had hit you. I didn’t want to do this. Once you open this Pandora’s box, you can’t close it.” I turn and raise my voice, making it ring throughout the house. “DAANE!”

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