Page 207 of Psycho Pack

"You're fucking idiots," she seethes. "You can't stop him. The only one who can is in Reinmich, and we're all sitting ducks out here."

"Be that as it may, you're not going anywhere," Plague says calmly. "Not until someone's willing to cut a deal."

Whiskey, on the other hand, isnotcalm. He keeps glancing back over his shoulder and turning himself to be able to see into the hall, like the monster is going to appear right behind him and go straight for his ass.

"I told you, Monty isn't going to give you shit," she hisses.

I can't help but flinch on her behalf at the certainty in her tone. The absolute conviction that the man she calls her mate won't lift a finger to save her.

"I wasn't referring to him," Plague replies. "But something tells me your father will want you back. That's who you were referring to, isn't it? The man who can protect you from this big, bad monster?"

Cosima's gaze turns back to ice, but she says nothing. Instead, she sinks back against the stone, letting her head drop against it with athunkthat makes even me wince, and her musical laugh echoes through the cell.

"We're all fucked," she says in a singsong.

The alphas exchange another look before Thane jerks his head toward the door. "Come on," he mutters. "We're not getting shit out of her like this."

"Don't say I didn't warn you when he comes for me," Cosima says, closing her eyes with a resigned sigh. "And all of you, too."

I think Thane might be right.

I slip my knife back into its holster, and one by one, we file out of the cell. Plague is out last and pulls the door shut with a resounding thud that echoes through the now silent corridor. Whatever unruly prisoners the guards brought in earlier have gone silent now, or passed out.

"So, that was…" Thane trails off.

"Creepy as fuck," Whiskey finishes for him with a shudder. "I didn't know omegas could be that scary." He glances over at me. "You'rejust spicy. I'll take biting over whatever the fuck that was any day of the week."

"As would I," Valek chimes in, sounding hopeful. It's the first time he's spoken in a few minutes. Must be a new record. He's been uncharacteristically somber.

Oh. That's right.

He just watched me threatening to torture someone.

He's probably turned on and in a better mood.

"I'll keep that in mind later," I say dryly.

"You think the crazy thing is an act?" Thane asks warily, glancing over at Plague. Considering he's our pack doctor and basically our psychologist, it makes sense.

"It could be," Plague says thoughtfully. "But I doubt it."

"So do I," I admit. "She seems… genuinely scared."

Lucky for her, too, because I was about to cut that prissy smirk off her face. Then Wraith wouldn't be the only one with a "unique" smile.

The others fall silent, but as usual, Whiskey is the one who breaks the silence. "She wasdefinitelylying about not seeing your brother," he says to Plague.

Plague nods. "I caught that, too. But I don't think questioning her any further when she's in this state is going to do any good. And unfortunately, I don't think torturing her will, either," he says, a hint of amusement in his gaze as it drifts to me.

I snort. "I'll live."

"If you're yearning to stick that knife into some flesh, I happily volunteer mine," Valek purrs.

Something tells me he isn't joking. If it wasn't for the aggressively normal scientists and assistants I encountered at the lab, I'd think Vrissians are just chaos in human form.

But nope.

Pretty sure it's just Valek.

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