Page 173 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
“Knox said it’ll be quicker because we have to.”
True enough. I already knew half the alphabet. It was a good start.
I jumped at a loud knock on Bambi’s door.
I crawled out of the burrow, staring at it. Was that one of the Misfits?
Bambi frowned, peering after me.
It happened again—three knocks, equally spaced. I froze, the hairs on the back of my neck rising. Beneath the door I saw a strip of light and the two shadows of feet.
Something… was wrong.
Bambi made to follow me out, but I turned, voice sharper than I’d meant. “Stay there,” I hissed.
Her wide eyes were the last thing I saw before I stuffed a pillow over the entrance to the burrow.
I opened the door to a foreign Alpha’s scent and looked up into dark eyes behind a pale mask. It looked like bone, carved with a sharp ridge that hinted at a beak, its edges veined with gold.
“Thistle Maverick.” His voice was a low, smooth rumble, entirely unconcerned that he was somewhere he shouldn’t be. “It’s a first for me that an Omega holds the keys to so many things I’m interested in.”
My heart raced as I stared, thoughts forming too slowly.
Don’t look back.
Don’t let him know Bambi’s here.
“Who are you?”
He was dressed in a neat suit, with clean, pointed Oxfords. He was well put together, with confidence he shouldn’t have in a home that wasn’t his. “Right.” His dark eyes stayed fixed on me. “You don’t know me yet.” A gloved hand reached out to shake mine. “Carrion.”
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I slipped out into the hallway and tried to close the door behind me, but his foot caught it.
A gun clicked, cold metal pressing against the back of my neck.
He had guards?
How had they got in?
Knox had sworn the security was solid now.
“What are you doing?” I asked, but Carrion was shoving the door open.
“No!” I barely felt the gun as I launched after him. The person at my back grabbed my arm, but panic burned away the last of my sanity. My teeth sank into something soft and I heard a growl. Then I was darting away.
There was no gunshot, and the dim, warm light of Bambi’s room closed in around me.
Carrion was crossing toward the burrow.
No.
Why did he want Bambi?
I threw myself after him, searching desperately in Bunny’s pouch for my knife. I darted around Carrion as he reached the burrow, staggering as I tugged the weapon out.
