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Her phone was with Dream.

Locked.

We don’t know the code. Fucking rookie mistake.

“I knew we should have chipped her,” Declan snarls, as he steps around the other room, looking for signs of where she might be.

“It’s that fucking Omega that stalked us. His scent is all over this room,” I snarl.

“There has to be an explanation. His scent is lingering in the living room. It’s–”

“He’s been here more than once,” I cut Dec off, snatching the hoodie up off the floor that still holds his brownie scent and Tatum’s hint of blueberry. “She’s got him in her nest.”

“We take everything,” Hayden says. “Someone might show up here to make it look like she ran. Important stuff comes back to the house with us, the rest we’ll put in the apartment next door. We don’t know where she is. Who took her, or why.What they’ll want. We post our guys outside, and we follow every fucking hint of a lead until we get her back.”

“Agreed.”

“Handle her nest carefully. She’ll want everything to be exactly as it is in there,” Declan adds, nodding to the hoodie in my hand. “There must be an explanation.”

“They worked together, and she’s also plotting to kill us?” I offer, and through the bond, I feel their denial of that statement. Good.

Was worried I’d need to knock sense into them. Tatum is brilliant. Strong. A survivor. Not a killer.

Well. Not the kind that methodically plots out an elaborate scheme to trick us into falling for her, so she can slit our throats.

I have no doubt that Tatum could kill if she needed to. Or felt like she really wanted to…

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Tatum

“I thought we were going to a new safe house…” I whisper, as we pull into the driveway. After I woke up in Easton’s arms, we’d needed to leave quickly. He didn’t seem concerned the police would discover his murder, but still wanted to leave right away.

Rather than hot wiring a random car, he suggested we take Ferris’s. I thought that was a fucking insane idea, and we’d be tracked down for his murder, but Easton assured me no one would miss a man like Ferris. No one would look into his murder because, and I quote,“That skeevie old pedo is on a wanted list somewhere, not a fucking victim.”

“This is a safe house,” East murmurs, looking from the front of the house back to me. I squint, looking around in the early morning light. There are definitely guards out here… At eight in the morning?

“You know what I mean. Why did you bring me here? Back to them?” I don’t need to be back with these three Alphas. I have an Omega. He’ll keep me safe.

“As much as I hate to admit it, they are currently our best chance at staying safe. They’ll protect you with their lives.”

There’s more. Something he isn’t saying. I don’t know what Easton is hiding from me, but I believe he’ll tell me when he’s ready. When we pulled up to the gated area, the guards took one look at me, and waved us in.

I found it odd that they stared at me like the sight of me was shocking.

“Fine,” at least here I could get another pack of suppressants. Between my kidnapping and the bullshit with Ferris, it has been two days since I had taken a dose. The anxiety this was causing had me crawling out of my skin. I was planning to ask Easton if he knew anyone who could get me more… Now I guess I don’t have to.

The last time I saw the Alpha brothers feels like a lifetime ago, but it was actually yesterday morning. Talk about the most insane forty-eight hours of my life.

“I know you're overwhelmed right now, but I’ll make sure everything is okay, my Sparrow.” His turquoise eyes sparkle with mischief as they meet mine.

I grab the car door, when the sound of screeching tires startles me. Easton and I both turn at the same time to look out the back window. Behind us, I recognize Hayden’s truck as it stops abruptly, barely stopping from hitting the back of Ferris’s car, and three half feral Alphas jump from the truck. They leave the doors open, they’re in such a hurry. The fucking thing is still on!

“Real fast, uh, they might mention that I tried killing them a couple of times. Also, if they get aggressive, don’t worry. I’ll be okay,” Easton rushes to say, and the second he finishes, the car doors are yanked open.

The squeal I let out is partly a whine, because at the same moment, Easton is ripped from the driver's side by Kodiak.

The larger Alpha has the Omega pinned with a large hand wrapped around Easton’s throat.

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