Page 23 of Omega Tricked
“If we get a chance, we have to try and make a break for it,” I said softly.
He paled and swallowed hard. “Really?”
“We can’t just give up, Dylan. We have to fight. God knows what they have in store for us.”
He glanced at the door, his breathing picking up speed. “How many of them are there?”
“I only saw two.”
He glanced down at my hands. “I wonder why they didn’t tie you up?”
Oops.
I winced inwardly and tried to think of a reason. “They did. I got loose.” I rubbed my wrists, pretending they were sore.
“Oh.” He nodded, glancing down at his own bruised wrists. “I was out of it. The drug that guy gave me hit me hard. I kept hoping someone would come to help me… but no one did.”
I cleared my throat. “Well, I’m here now. You’re not alone.”
“Yes.” A muscle worked in his cheek.
“Do you think you could identify the alpha from the bar if you had to?” I needed to know just how much he remembered about Hank.
He grimaced. “I’m not sure. It was dark in the bar. Maybe?”
I stood and paced, as if agitated with the situation. “How often do they check on you?”
“Twice a day.” His cheeks pinkened. “They… they let me use the toilet, and they try to feed me. But I haven’t been able to eat.”
“No?” My guilt returned at the nervous shake of his head.
“I just can’t.”
Irritation nipped at me. Gabriele had said he was eating a little. He must have lied. “Well, you need your strength. If we have an opportunity to bolt, you’ll need to be able to run.”
His gaze was bright. “Now that you’re here, maybe I’ll feel better. Maybe I’ll be able to eat.”
I’d expected him to take longer to trust me. But from the grateful expression and the way he kept inching closer, I knew he already felt a bond with me. That made me feel odd. Almost protective. Strange emotions rippled through me as I held his guileless gaze. He’d always been so guarded, his sudden rush of faith in me was a bit heady. I’d have been lying if I didn’t admit a part of me liked being his hero. It was nice to have him look at me the way he was doing. My heart squeezed when he gave me a weak smile.
“I’m sorry I was such a jerk to you in our cooking class.” He lowered his lashes. “I have trust issues.”
“That’s all right.”
He wrinkled his brow. “I can’t believe we’re both in this situation together.”
I didn’t want him to ponder on that point too hard. “We’ll get away. I’m confident of that.”
He gave a weak smile. “I feel so much better with you here. I was so scared.” His shoulders slumped, and he suddenly looked exhausted. “I’m so tired.”
“Maybe you should rest,” I said.
“I feel like that’s all I do.”
“You’re not eating or sleeping. You’ve been through a traumatic experience. Why don’t you try to sleep?” I put my hand on his shoulder, glad to see he didn’t stiffen. “I’ll watch over you.”
He gave a jagged laugh. “You’re being so kind, but you’re in as bad a situation as me.”
I studied him, taking in his smooth white skin and pretty blue eyes. I seemed so aware of him physically, when I usually didn’t notice a guy’s looks. “I’m an alpha. I have to be strong.”
