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“You don’t have to be afraid. I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

“I’m not afraid for me.” I lightly smacked him in the ribs. “For you, Daddy.”

“I’ll be fine. But you, you naughty boy. You have to stay in this room where you are safe and not leave. Do you hear?”

I nodded, thrilled at his context of the wordnaughty.

When he opened the door and walked into the hall, I held it open for a few seconds, watching him stride away, his long coat flapping at his calves. I never wanted him to leave my sight.

Just as I was about to close the door, I heard the elevator bell in the alcove where Bast was headed. I’m not sure why, but I stepped forward to keep watching him as he made the turn.

But he never did.

Chapter Sixteen

Bast

I knew I smelled like him. Peaches and cream. That was it. My new favorite dessert. I’d used scent blocker before breakfast, but on my way out of the hotel room, Kee had pressed himself tightly against me.

I had no regrets.

Plus, it wasn’t wrong for an Alpha to smell of an Omega. All Myre’s crew did, off and on. But if Myre recognized Kee’s scent on me, there would be a problem. But Myre was old. He didn’t have the same fine-tuned senses as young Alphas on the prowl. He didn’t fuck Omegas, he watched them fuck. Or observed Alphas fucking them. Which told me he didn’t scent them as well. At least not in the way fertile Alphas in the Burn did.

My plan was to walk into Myre’s office with my head held high, giving away no evidence that I’d just had the night of my life. It would be work as usual. And then after, I had to find some way to get to my burner phone and call Sam and update him. Let him know I was fine.

As I walked down the hotel hall, my shoes sinking into the thick carpet, I felt Kee watching me. He should have closed the door immediately behind me. He should have done a lot of things, but Kee was Kee. He would no doubt do as he pleased. If only he wouldn’t leave the room.

I’d make sure he was spanked thoroughly tonight. My cock twitched at the mere thought.

Part of my mind waited to hear the door click down the hall so I would know he was behind a locked door. The other part focused ahead. Just as I was about to turn the corner for the elevator, I heard the ding of an arriving car. The doors made a soft sound as they opened.

I came within view of the alcove and stopped in my tracks.

Myre stepped through the open threshold. His small, dark eyes met mine, his head went back and his lips parted.

“Ah,” he said. Just that one word. But it held everything he meant and in that moment I knew his mind precisely. His thoughts were clear in his body language and the set of his face.

Last night when we’d had dinner had been a test. I’d failed. Somehow. I wasn’t sure how. In the two years I’d worked for the man, I’d never indicated interest that I wanted to have a more personal relationship with him. He indicated trust and affection, and I responded with flat gratitude and ever better job performance. I had thought that was sufficient. He always gave me leeway and listened to my advice. He always gave me compliments and gifts.

Three men in black suits followed Myre out of the elevator. One was Stone. Weapons out, they surrounded me.

Myre opened his mouth to speak and everyone was distracted by a startled, “No!” coming from down the hall.

Bare feet on carpet running. Heavy breaths. Kee, in shorts and nothing else, approached. “Please,” he yelled. “It’s me you want. Not him!”

He ran up to my side and put himself between me and Myre’s cronies.

I shut my eyes and clamped down on a building scream.

Now they would kill us both.

“He only saved me because I seduced him. It’s nothing more than that. Bast hasn’t betrayed you. It’s me. Me. I did everything you said. I spied for the cops. I wrote down information when guys I knew worked for you were high or drunk. I did it. All of it!”

Stone said, “Is this the guy we questioned a couple weeks ago? Is he out of his mind?”

When I opened my eyes, I saw Myre frowning as if this were some minor disturbance, like a buzzing fly or an itch you can’t scratch.

“The Omega is lying,” I said, pushing Kee behind me.