Page 29 of Night Sector
“I’m referring to long-range weapons. Like guns.”
All three of them blinked at me.
“Guns… are human toys,” the X-Clan Omega whispered slowly. “Why…?”
“If you’re going up against an Alpha, you need all the help you can get,” I told her sternly. “Knives and swords won’t cut it.”
“They work for Kyra,” the Arctic wolf hedged, her brow furrowing.
“Yes, because the Alphas I killed assumed my size made me weak,” Kyra replied as she shadowed into a seat across from me, her expression thunderous.
The X-Clan Omega and vampire bowed their heads and apologized before leaving the table in a rush, their cheeks flushed with color.
But the Arctic wolf didn’t leave as quickly. Instead, she looked at Kyra and said, “I want to know why he suggests we use guns instead of knives.”
“Because he doesn’t believe an Omega can take down an Alpha without cheating,” Kyra stated flatly.
My lips twitched.Guns aren’t cheating, little killer.
“Knives are efficient and easier to conceal than a gun,” she went on. “We also use our size to our advantage, Ashlyn. Alphas always underestimate Omegas, which is the cause for their demise every time. Trust me.”
Those last two sentences were uttered while Kyra held my gaze, the words obviously meant for me more thanAshlyn.
“Hmm,” the Arctic wolf hummed, causing Kyra to glance at her.
“You don’t believe me?” Kyra demanded.
“It’s not what I believe that matters here, Kyra,” Ashlyn murmured thoughtfully as she gathered her tray. “But I stand by what I said. I think it could be beneficial to have an Alpha help with our training.”
Kyra’s nostrils flared at the words, clearly agitated by the notion.
But Ashlyn merely smiled in response before looking at me and saying, “It was nice chatting with you, Alpha Lorcan. I hope you’ll consider what I’ve said.” Then she bowed her head in subtle reverence and stepped away from the table to find a seat elsewhere in the cafeteria, thus leaving me alone with Kyra.
I picked up my fork to take a bite of my food—which was mostly cold now—and waited for whatever Kyra might have to say.
Because I could hear her mind firing with all sorts of phrases. Most of them resembling death threats.
“Shopping for an Omega?” she asked through her teeth, her chosen accusation not the one I’d expected her to voice at all. While I’d heard that sliver of annoyance running through her mind, I’d expected her to squash it. Because why the fuck would she care if I wasshopping for an Omega?
Still, it seemed prudent to answer her honestly.
“Having one unwanted mate is more than enough, Kyra. I have no desire to take on another.”
Her responding snort matched the one I’d heard in my thoughts earlier. She seemed to favor that sound. It expressed her disbelief, something I was becoming quite accustomed to. Similar to the lingering death threats pulsating through her consciousness.
Shereallywanted to stab me, even more so now that I’d insulted her weapon of choice.
I nearly sighed aloud, exhausted by her mental gymnastics.
This Omega was going to need a lesson in futility soon.
Her eyes narrowed, suggesting she was very much listening to my mind right now.
Make that very soon,I thought, hoping she took that for the warning it was meant to be.
I finished my food while she glared daggers my way, then picked up my coffee to enjoy the last few sips. Neither of us spoke, our minds simply dancing in tandem via our connection.
Hatred poured out of her.
