Page 101 of Harley & Her Ferals

“I’m Rook,” Laurent replies, firmly. Then he glances at me. “One more minute and we’re done. We’ll be gone before the drugged guards wake up.”

I let out a relieved breath.

One more minute to go…

“Rook.” Harbinger nods like he’s assessing the name. “What about the assholes in the Hades pack who beat you?”

“That’s why we’re here tonight,” I reply.

Harbinger’s expression becomes tight. “Why don’t you leave that to me? Are you trying to take revenge?Escape?This is too dangerous, Kitten. Trust me.”

“Why should I?” I lean on the messy desk. “You haven’t even been honest about why you’re here. What are you trying to find?”

Harbinger shakes his head, stubbornly. “You’re Don Battles’ daughter.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means why should I trustyou? Don Battle runs this whole nightmarish carnival of death. And you have Omegas like Rook as your prizes.”

I open my mouth to furiously answer, before I stop myself.

I hadn’t thought about it from Harbinger’s point of view.

He has a point.

Dad is the boss, and I’m his possible heir. I could be the cruelest and most dishonest woman in this place.

I’m paired with Feral, who is considered a monstrous Alpha. Everybody fears him.

Harbinger and I are from rival packs who have fought each other.

There’s nothing that I can say.

“You should trust her because she’s nothing like her dad,” Laurent quietly replies, surprising me by slipping Harbinger’s thumb drive in next to ours. “She has helped and protected me. She even cares whether you’re hurt. She’s brave. How many Omegas do you know who’d risk their lives like we are tonight?”

Harbinger lounges on the desk, cocking his head to assess me. “I don’t know any as crazy as you two.”

“Thank you.” I tilt up my chin.

Harbingers huffs out a laugh. “Okay, take what you want. Then get out of here. I’m only looking for one thing.”

Laurent side-eyes him. “The code for the exit.”

“Bingo.” Harbinger blinks. “Smart, Rook.”

Laurent grabs Harbinger’s jacket sleeve gently and pushes it back to reveal his bruised wrist. “It doesn’t take the greatest detective to work out that you want to escape.”

Harbinger snatches his wrist back. “Don’t you?”

“My game is smarter than that.”

“Aren’t you chained at night?” I ask.

Harbinger reddens. “Vinnie chains me to the end of his bed. But I begged him that I needed to piss. He was half asleep but he unchained me. He was snoring again, before I was out of the room.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Panic rushes through me. “Vinnie’s awake? This is your great plan?”

Harbinger shrugs.

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