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He glances at my bed. “Where’s Lisa?”

“Back in her room, I think.”

He gives me a probing look, like he’s expecting more of a response to him sending a woman to my room.

I meet his gaze steadily. “You said I was needed.AmI needed?”

He blinks and swings around.

He has said nothing about the omegas being missing, so maybe whatever this is, has nothing to do with the omegas, and something else is happening tonight.

I’m halfway down the hallway when I catch a scent that makes me briefly pause.

What ishedoing here?

Shaking my head, I continue following Franklin.

Everyone is awake, lingering in the hallway just outside the dining room.

Franklin pushes the dining-room door open, and standing inside, dripping water all over the place is my dad.

He whistles under his breath as he studies the interior of the room.

“Dad? What are you doing here?”

My dad twists around and whistles again. “Have you seen this place? They did a better job of building than I ever could.”

I look from him to Franklin.

Franklin is stoney faced, his expression impossible to read.

“What’s going on here?” I ask.

“We caught him swimming in the lake,” Franklin says tightly.

I guess that explains the water.

“Swimming?” I emphasize.

I’m going to assume my dad is here to rescue me. But this is not how I thought a rescue would go.

Franklin nods.

“Dad?” I prompt.

He shrugs. “Wanted to have a swim. Not my fault the pool was closed.”

I shake my head. “Someone get him something to wear. He’s dripping water all over the place.”

Franklin growls. “Who cares about whether he has something to wear? He’s the reason we had to rebuild in the first place. After what he did, he doesn’t deserve to breathe. We need to kill him.”

Silence.

My dad laughs. “Ah, kill me? Is that why you had someone escort me here and you’re standing over there? You want me dead, Franklin? I’m right here. Come on over and do it.”

Franklin doesn’t move.

He’s not stupid. Neither is anyone else because they don’t move either.

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