Page 128 of Curvy Quirky Omega

It wasn’t mine either because I wasn’t furious. I was devastated.

Lucy was gone and I’d failed to protect her, but Cas was right here, telling me we still had a chance and I wanted to believe him.

I needed to believe him.

“Look, she’s on the move.” Cas showed me the app with her little purple axolotl emoji and it was heading toward the street.

If she was dead they wouldn’t bother to move her.

The sounds of people panicking, trying to find something to put out the fire, the heat I could feel building, and the sparks that kept popping and crackling barely registered. Cas was ignoring them like they weren’t there too.

Completely inconsequential.

I wasn’t alone. I didn’t have to be the only person left standing. Cas would stay by my side and anchor me so we could deal with the problem the right way.

Lucy was our whole life. There was no way we were going to let anything happen to her, but we had to get out of this fucking death trap first.

“Liam!”

I turned toward my mother, feeling far saner than I had any right to be given the situation.

“The doors are locked and so are the emergency exits,” she told me. “I can’t find Lucy or Melinda either and I have no fucking idea how they got them out. Do you know where they are?”

If Melinda was missing as well, I had an idea who was behind this.

“We have a tracker on her,” I explained. “The bond isn’t working properly.”

The way her face turned white was almost endearing. “Is she…”

“She’s alive,” I growled. She had to be.

“Where’s Lucy?” Francisco demanded. “I looked away for one second and she disappeared.”

Frankie pulled her father back and wrapped her arm around River’s waist to keep her close. “It’s an electrical fire. Looks like someone short circuited an outlet on purpose and since the breakers didn’t flip, it caused a fire.”

“Doors are locked too,” Francisco snarled. “Someone is trying to kill all the alphas and the heirs of the legacy packs at once.”

“See if you can find a way to put the fire out,” Cas commanded. “We’ll get the doors open.”

He didn’t wait to see if anyone would follow his orders and neither did I. They’d figure it out or they wouldn’t.

Lucy was our priority.

“The doors to the ballroom have mechanical locks,” Cas reminded me. “I’m pretty sure I know who’s behind this.”

So did I and I had no plans to let her get away with it again.

The Grimm alpha was at the main doors, directing his pack members like a general at war but he stopped when he saw us. “Someone removed all the fire extinguishers.”

His voice was even deeper than Cas’s and I grinned. Maybe I wasn’t the strongest after all.

“Have you tried getting the doors open?”

“They won’t budge,” Grimm admitted, his red gaze flicking between us. “I can’t do it alone.”

“We’ll get them open,” Cas assured.

Rolling my shoulders back, I eyed the doors and every place the decorative metal was. We’d have to be careful. They’d burn us if we took too long. The hinges would be the strongest areas and the center where the two doors met would be the weakest, but this was a ballroom built by legacies. It wasn’t going to be easy.

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