Page 167 of Broken Dreams

“Did anyone see my dad?” I ask. They stare at me as if I’ve grown several heads, but my mind is already on the next thing. “Lynott also jumped me in the bathroom. Fucking twat.”

“I’ll see if I can find her…” Adira says, eyes wide. “Jed, see if you can find Hudson.”

Morris ignores everything else to check on Christian, helping Duncan to pull off the tuxedo. Sighing, I hand them my knife before I stand with my gun, making sure the safety is on. I want to know if Linus is alright.

Walking closer, I’m hit with the full force of his scent, and I moan softly.

“He’s in heat, Quinnie,” Callum says, his voice shaking a little. If I can smell him a few steps away, then this could be difficult for the rest of the house.

Biting my lip, I see Kane and Damon. One of them has already found the gun, and Kane has his boot on Bret’s neck, the baby doll perfectly balanced still on his back.

“Can someone clear the house?” I ask softly. The realization that I’m speaking full sentences hits me, and my jaw drops.

“Just realized, huh?” Kane asks. “Don’t stop. You’re good in a crisis, Quinn. Keep your head in the game. I know better than anyone that your brain is a damn liar. Don't let the world mute you again.”

“I’ll clear the house, Quinn,” Damon says. “I can’t wait to tell these fuckers to get out. Anyone else you want me to make sure to detain?”

“Sadie,” I growl. “And Riley had some guy working with her. I stabbed them both. They won’t be moving quickly.”

“You got it,” Damon says, walking out.

“Linus looks rough,” Kane mutters. “Where can I put this guy on ice?”

“Callum?” I ask. I still don’t know all the secrets of the house.

“There’s a hidden room in the basement that’ll work just fine as a cell,” he murmurs, his hand rubbing Linus’ back. “Come on, breathe for me, Linus. That’s it. Just two more minutes. We’ll take care of you. I promise. Ah, there may be some rope you can use to string him up, Kane. Use your imagination, but don’t let him die while we’re taking care of Linus.”

“Can I play with him a little?” Kane begs.

My lips twitch with amusement before I answer. “Yes, just keep him alive, okay?” I ask.

“I would never take this kill from you, Quinn,” Kane says sagely, yanking on Bret’s arms to drag him away. “I’ll be thinking up really fucked up ways to torture him for you!”

“Thank you,” I say appreciatively as I chuckle under my breath. I can hear people leaving as Damon yells for everyone to get the fuck out.

Pack Dresmond are very effective.

“What should I do about this guy?” Morris asks, brow raised. I’m unsure of what I’m about to suggest when Linus grabs my hand.

His pupils are blown between pain and desire, and all I can smell is his slick. I swallow back a whimper, because he’s triggering all of my instincts to help him.

“I need him, Quinn,” Linus groans. “Please.”

Realizing that he means Christian, I begin to recognize the signs of a scent matching. Fuck me sideways.

“Patch him up and take him to Linus and my nest, Morris,” I decide. Glancing at him with wide eyes, I add, “Please.”

“You’re in a groove, you don’t need to be polite to me,” Morris says, smirking.

Christian’s stripped from the waist up of clothing, and the beta grabs his arm and puts it over his shoulder. Hurrying to help, Duncan grabs his other.

“The bullet went straight through, so I’ll pack the wound and leave you all to it. Are we feeling kind enough to offer painkillers?” Morris asks.

The question makes me smile wider. “I’m kind enough,” I tell him with a grin. “He saved my life.”

“Jesus Christ, Quinn,” Duncan sighs, dragging Christian out with Morris.

“Let’s take care of our guy,” Callum murmurs, picking Linus up. Linus whimpers as he shoves his nose against our alpha’s throat, sucking on the skin. “Oh fuck.”

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