Page 175 of Drown My Sorrow

“I think the pressure isn’t going to be enough to make them bend and break. Are we hunting?”

Shale shakes his head. “Not yet. I don’t want to mess this up.”

“They are all just trying to walk over him. It’s not helping him. Kelly is getting cold and angry. Ezy’s self-loathing is toxic. We need the pack to be together. We need to find him and get it done.”

“I know, Beau, but we also need to do it the legal way so it doesn’t come back at them, too.”

I let out a frustrated growl. “Fine. But how much longer?”

Shale shakes his head. “No longer than three weeks.”

I imagine that time without seeing our omega, and I want to roar and scream.

“Fine. I’ll behave. But not three. Two weeks.”

Shale chuckles. “Somehow, I doubt you will. And three, Beau.”

I flash him a grin, but it fades when I get out of the lift and head out of the building to where a car is waiting to take me back to the Boothe estate.

When I get back, I find Keagan sitting on the front steps, lounging with the most disconcerting smile on his face.

“Um, what are you doing out here?”

“Admiring the view.”

A flash of panic hits me, and I realise the low key rage I’ve been feeling is the muffled bond shuddering with Ezy’s rage.

“What’s going on? What’s he doing?”

“He’s redecorating.”

I sigh. “Keagan, do you think that was a good idea?”

“I mean, I don’t, but he needs it.”

I walk into the mansion and find, to my surprise, the place isn’t a mess, its pure destruction. The vase is broken; the paintings destroyed. Even the carpet has something dark and stinky all over it. Every wall is filthy and covered in god only knows what.

Ezy flies past me and jumps off a chaise, hitting the chandelier with a golf club.

“It’s therapeutic,” Keagan says and bites into an apple.

I snarl at him, and when Ezy rushes past me, I reach out and grab him, pulling him into my chest.

He punches out, twisting and trying to escape, but I hold him still.

“Ezy, calm down. It’s going to be okay.”

“I hate it. I need them back. We have to go get them.”

His chest heaves, and he’s slurring his words. Is he drunk? I glance back at Keagan and notice that he, too, is weaving.

“Fucking idiots,” I growl.

I wrap myself tighter around Ezy as he starts to cry. Big, gulping, hysterical sobs.

“I want to go home! She is my home. The islands, the big blue sea, the horizons that stretch forever, and the golden omega. Beau, let’s go home!”

I close my eyes and pull out my phone, pressing my last dialled number.

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