Page 79 of Knot What She Seems
Umm…
Bullseye?
She gawks at me.
I gawk at her.
There’s a lot of gawking going on.
This must be Brylee’s suitemate.
Shit.
Before she can scream for security, I race toward the open window and dive out of it, rolling once I reach the ground.
“What the fuck?” The omega has moved to Brylee’s window and is staring out of it, her mouth agape.
“Sorry for pan-tacking you. Get it? Panties and attacking? No? Not even a chuckle? Tough crowd.” I offer her an awkward as fuck wave and then slip into the shadows once more, internally cursing myself every step of the way.
Okay, so Brylee is obviously not at her dorm.
Where the fuck could she be in the middle of the night?
Determination quickens my pace and puts a literal spring to my step.
I’ll find my little obsession.
If she wants to hide, then I suppose I’ll have no choice but to seek.
Game on, Brylee.
Game on.
27
BRYLEE
When I was younger,I used to want to tag along to everything Ted wanted to do…including go to a monster truck rally.
That was a big mistake. Huge.
The arena was the loudest, most aggressive experience of my five-year-old life—yelling alphas, revving cars, crashing and crushing and all kinds of brutality too intense for my fledgling imagination.
I might as well be back in that arena right now, trying to hide my face in my hands. Cringing. Mentally pretending I’m somewhere else as a terrible breeze that reeks of burnt rubber wafts in through our open window and Sam sits down on the bed across from me. My roommate stares at me with a gaze that demands an explanation.
Fucked.
I’m beyond fucked.
If I could run out the door and down the hall, I would. But Colter’s scent wafts into the room, even with all the other unpleasant smells thick in the air. He’s lingering nearby, and I’d much rather face the beta across from me than him.
Fires have been put out around Eros. I can tell because the sirens are turning off now. But nothing’s going to put out the dumpster fire I lit for myself. What was I thinking? Running out without my wig—Iwasn’t thinking. And therein lies the problem.
Now I have to explain away my presence here without giving away Teddie’s secret.
I press my lips together in thought.
What excuse makes the most sense?
