Page 14 of Lost in the Fog

“I guess, then I got better.” She smiled. “I went from beta to omega during the fall, and when I landed, I was fog.” She flexed her fingers. “Let me go.”

His grip loosened, but he didn’t let her go.

She looked around. “Where is your illusive girlfriend?”

He looked around with a frown. “I don’t know. Our third made her for me.”

“Whoa. Our? I died, dude. That severed our link.”

He looked at his hand on hers, keeping her solid. “I think it was paused, not broken.”

“You were gone. It was gone.” She shrugged. “Well, if you guys aren’t in danger, I am gonna take off. Don’t forget the cake. It’s pretty good.”

The men on the floor were cuffed together. Pandora blinked. “Wait, does everyone in a strip club travel with handcuffs?”

Mr. Sorrow said, “Zip ties. Handy for when we need to deliver folks to the police.”

“You don’t take ‘em home, right?”

“Are you interested?”

“Idle curiosity. I am usually a bit more removed from restraint activities. I don’t like it.” She scowled.

He stared at her. “I heard you. Outoutoutout.”

“Yes. I don’t have a lot of language skills as fog.”

Mr. Sorrow looked to the others. “Do you have this?”

The other alphas that she had left upright nodded. “We’ve got this.” A cheerful blonde grinned. “Save us some cake.”

Mr. Sorrow eased her out of the hallway and closed the door to the boardroom.

Pandora tilted her head. “What do you want?”

He stared at her and then shrugged his shoulders, taking the form of a dark Elite. “What do you think I want?”

She cocked her head the other way. “Cake? A hug? A winning lottery ticket?”

He paused. “A hug is close.”

“I am not a very good hugger. I get bored halfway through.”

“You are really Pandora?”

“According to myth and legend.”

He grinned. “You sound like her. She curled up against me and shivered after they threw her down. I pushed through the crowd to catch you.”

His free hand tucked her hair behind her ear.

She tugged her left arm and glared at him. “Lemmee go.”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

“You have to. I need to go home and work on my speech.”

“Speech?”

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