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“Yes, she can.”
“I can see why you’re trying to find her first. All right, let’s go find this omega queen.”
Becky attempts to turn, but I wrap my arm around her and move her into Wilder’s arms.
“What are you doing?”
“We need to get there fast. Wilder will take you.”
She gives me a dubious look. “But a car, taxi, train, anything-”
“Fae horse is faster.” I shrug and blow her a kiss. “Puppy, come!”
The nightmare Grim lifts his head, hissing, but, as soon as they all move, like any other hunter, he can’t help but chase.
I whirl on Diablos the second we’re alone. “Remove it.”
He smirks at me. “Not a chance in hell.”
“Maybe not in hell, but there will be one in your Nightmares. Remove that binding from her thumb and undo it.”
“I will not. I gave her protection.”
“I need to hear her!” I whisper dangerously, stepping into his space. Diablos might think he has brought me to heel, but I’m only here because I want to be.
“No, you don’t. She needs to be safe until-”
I grab his throat, dragging us into the shadows and shifting until we’re standing over the edge of a bridge. “Can your kind fly?”
Diablos snarls, thrashing, but, the truth is, he’s no match for me.
“Remove it.”
“And have her vulnerable to everyone else? Have any information she finds open for creatures like you to steal?”
The hate in his eyes burns with a crimson fire.
“She’s mine.”
“No, she’s not. She’s a police officer. An Earth woman. She’s not an omega, and therefore, you can’t touch her without violating the agreement that we made. Until or unless she presents.”
I stare at him, enraged. My fingers tremble with the effort not to let go. “Unless she asks,” I whisper, reminding him of the clause I added. “If she asks for my touch, all bets are off.”
I shift us back and dump him on the ground where I found him, then I follow my strange new companions and the mate that will be mine.
Chapter 8
Becky
Wellsbridge Community Center is a dump. It’s covered in graffiti, has boarded-up windows, and has more broken glass littering the driveway than grass. There’s also a funky smell, like musky socks and wet clothes that have sat wet too long. But it’s the thudding beat of music coming from deep inside that makes me furious on behalf of the residents of Wellsbridge Street.
It is the middle of the day, and I saw an Aged Care facility just down the street, and the beat is so loud I swear my heart is thudding in tune with it. I can’t imagine how people live here with these cretins.
“What is that sound?”
“The war drums of a rival clan?” Wilder glowers at the door and pulls out his machete. “I shall slay them.”
“Perhaps it is the beating heart of a dragon,” Frost murmurs absently. “A fearsome foe.”
