Page 154 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“Thanks.” I take them and give Asher a smug look before saying, “That was unexpected.”
Avi leans back in his seat and fiddles with his fork. “Really unexpected.”
“It’s a start,” Trev says. “That’s all that matters.”
“It’s good for alphas,” I say, taking a sip of coffee.
“We can’t hope for a complete revolution,” Trev warns. “Camila is still out there, and it hasn’t even been a week since the Royal Council paid us a visit.”
“I’ll stay inside.” I drop my gaze and grind my teeth together. I’m beginning to hate this whole staying under the radar shit. Before, I could at least go outside. But now? I’m stuck in the house twenty-four-seven.
“I’m sorry,” he says, voice quiet.
Lifting a shoulder, I shake off my frustration. “Nothing we can do about it except hoping Camila meets an untimely demise.”
“That’s grim.” Hayden sips his coffee. “Maybe she’ll choke on her alpha’s knot.”
I smile at the thought and the topic changes.
* * *
“This is my favorite episode,” Avi says, plopping down beside me with a bowl of popcorn. “So many happy trees.”
“Do you think he secretly hated trees? Like maybe in his spare time he took a big chainsaw and cut them down?”
With a handful of popcorn halfway to his mouth, Avi gives me a horrified look. “Don’t ruin Bob for me.”
“I’m just saying. Ted Bundy worked at a crisis center. Everyone has a dark side.” I lean back on the cushion and prop my foot on the table, watching as the psycho—AKA Bob Ross—starts to paint another tree.
“Bob Ross is not a serial killer.”
“I didn’t say he was. He only destroyed the environment in his spare time.” I reach for the popcorn, but Avi pulls it to the side so I can’t reach. “Hey!”
“No popcorn for you until you admit he’s not crazy.”
I lift an eyebrow as Bob starts whispering about how pretty the brown he’s using is. “Nobody who whispers like this is sane.”
Avi scoots to the other end of the couch. “How dare you? Bob is a sweetheart. You know he used to be in the military—”
“Again, Ted Bundy was a sweetheart too. Or so they thought until…” I draw my thumb across my neck and make a dying noise.
“You’re kind of a jerk, you know that?”
I stick my tongue out and stand. “I’ll make my own popcorn. Who knows what sort of creepy stuff you’re into.”
Avi laughs and shakes his head. “If everyone has a dark secret, what’s yours?”
“You already know it,” I say over my shoulder. “I’m an omega on the run.”
“Technically, you’re walking.”
“Shut it.” I grab a bag of popcorn and set it in the microwave for two minutes and fifteen seconds. Two minutes and thirty is too long, the popcorn always tastes funky. Two fifteen is the magic time. While I wait for it to pop, I go stand at the window in front of the dining room table. It’s a Saturday, so the street is at its most active, kids running and playing while the parents chat. I smile to myself as I watch two kids ride bikes down the sidewalk.
The microwave beeps.
“Oh, so you like to stare at your neighbors. Should I get you binoculars for your birthday?”
“Maybe,” I say, pulling my gaze from the kids as I start to turn. A woman standing behind a car catches my attention. She’s parked directly across the street and her phone is pointed at the house. Her camera flashes. I frown. “Hey, there’s—” I stop. Will he think I’m paranoid?
