Page 144 of Broken Omega

Just as soon as my shirt is dry enough to wear.

“I need to do this,” I tell her. “It’s our safest option.”

Of course, it might not get her father off our backs, but if he attempts something illegal to take his daughter away from us, he’ll find out how far true mates are willing to go to protect the ones they love.

She shakes her head at me, but she doesn’t say another word.

I glance at my phone. I have a lot of missed calls from the academy. I also have a couple from Brooke’s father. My voicemail looks like it’s been filled up, too.

“Someone at Goldcrest has been calling me a lot,” I tell them. “Brooke, your father’s called me a couple times, too.”

She blows out a breath. “Seriously? My father?”

I nod. “I have messages.”

The knock on the apartment door comes as I’m calling my voicemail. It makes everyone jump.

The two further knocks ease the tension.

“It’s just Frost,” River says as he darts over there to unlock it.

“He should hear these, too,” I murmur, as I listen to my options.

“I should hear what?” Frost asks as he steps back into the apartment, carrying groceries.

River shuts and locks the door. “Kellan has messages from Goldcrest, and Brooke’s father.”

“I turned my phone off last night,” I admit when I notice Frost’s confused frown.

“They’re probably only demanding you bring me back,” Brooke mutters.

“Probably,” I tell her, before I hit play all and put the phone on speaker.

I turn the volume up and put the handset down on the table.

The first few calls are from the academy, all of them basically demanding I bring Brooke back immediately. Of course, they’re making it sound like I kidnapped her.

“This is a waste of time,” Frost says, clearly still cranky.

“Shh!” Donnie hushes him.

The next message comes with a deliberate pause at the beginning.

“Kellan Mitchell, I don’t know how you did this, but you’re going to regret it. Bring my daughter back to Goldcrest right now and we can brush this ugly incident under the rug. If she’s not back by morning, you’ll suffer a terrible loss.”

My skin crawls at the threat in his tone. I look up at Brooke, and she shakes her head. She doesn’t know what he means. I don’t want to know what he means. I don’t need further proof that he’s a psychopath. I already know he is.

Crossing my arms, I wait for the rest of the messages to play through.

The urge to call my parents is at the forefront of my thoughts.

If anything happens to them, he’s a dead man.

Edith Merritt leaves a couple more threatening messages, making me wonder if my plan to go back to the academy to officially claim my mate would even work. It doesn’t sound like they’ve even considered it as an option.

The last message is another call from Warren Corvina.

It starts with a pause again, which is seriously weird.

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