Page 80 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
Trev is on the other side, chest heaving and eyes wild. His brown eyes inventory me before jumping to Avi. His face crumples, and I step aside so he can go to his friend.
He surprises me when he stands in front of me. “Are you hurt?”
“I’m okay.”
“You’re covered in blood.” His eyes drop to my cheek and then my arms.
I jerk my head back in surprise and lift my hand, swiping it across my face. “I broke his nose.”
Something akin to pride shines in his eyes. “Good. What about your arms?”
“Scratches, but I’m okay. Avi needs help,” I whisper the last part.
He turns away and goes to Avi, squatting in front of him. Avi nods at whatever Trev is whispering. Feeling like an intruder, I slip out of the room and meet Hayden and Asher in the hall.
Hayden snatches me into his arms. I fight out of his hold so I can breathe, giving him a reassuring smile. Hayden’s fingers link with mine, and I don’t pull them away, knowing he needs the touch more than I do. Usually I hate displays of affection like this, but Hayden has a way of making me forget about all my hang-ups.
Asher touches my arm. I turn toward him, trying not to react to the worry he’s wearing like a second skin.
“I’m okay,” I say, explaining the blood. “Avi isn’t hurt.” But he’s also not okay.
Pressing his lips together, Asher shakes his head. “If Curtis had—”
“But he didn’t. He’s gone now. He’s not dumb enough to try again.” I don’t wholly believe that statement, but I’ll say just about anything to help them relax.
“Your neck is bruised. Are you hurt anywhere else?” Asher asks.
“I should probably clean my face.”
He and Hayden share a look, but I brush past them on my way to the sink.
“I’m calling Maddy,” Asher says. “Avi might need her too.”
“Go. I’ll stay with her.” Hayden waits for me to finish cleaning up. Once my face is dry, he tugs me into his room, shutting the door and guiding me to the bed. I sit on the edge of it, tucking my hands under my legs to hide the fact that they’re shaking.
“Is Avi okay?” I ask quietly.
“He’ll be all right.” Hayden sounds so sure. “Trev is the best person to help him right now.”
I hate that I couldn’t help. Suddenly, it hits me that I don’t know this pack very well and I don’t fit with them. I chew on my lip and ignore the ache to belong. Now is not the time for my damn attachment issues.
“I’m so sorry.” Hayden drops to his knees in front of me and rests his head on my legs.
I brush my hand over his hair. “It’s not your fault.”
“We should have left someone to watch the house.”
“Then you would have put yourselves in danger. What if the cop you placed on guard told the Omega Council? You didn’t do anything wrong.”
He cups my calves with his hands and holds on to me. “And we can’t report it now unless we want cops crawling all over the place.”
“News flash, this place is filled with cops.” I gently tug on his brown hair.
Rolling his head to the side, he looks up at me. “Brat.”
“We should start cleaning then. What are we doing with that guy?”
“We’ll have to take him in. I’ll say I found him passed out somewhere.” He sits back and runs his hand over his face. “I don’t want to leave, but—”
