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“I can’t believe you were at my prom.” It’s the first thing that pops into my head.

If he’d gotten there before Cameron lured me into the locker room, I would never have started something with him. That wouldn’t have felt right. I’d been attracted to Cameron for months. Some part of me knew he’d be more than a fling, even then. Maybe there’s no getting past what’s fated for you. Zane and I walked away from each other, but we’re here now, together.

“You’ve really been watching me?”

It’s kind of messed up how good that makes me feel. It always felt like he was only obsessive about Zoey. It’s not really stalking when it’s protective.

He’s my Alpha. He’s supposed to protect me.

He nods slowly. “I’m your Alpha. That never went away. You just reminded me about it when you showed up at my place on prom night.”

“You’ve been watching me since then?”

“Ever since,” he admits. “I’m so damn sorry for everything I’ve done that hurt you.”

He means every word. His heart aches for the hurt he caused me.

“I was sad about Zoey, too,” I remind him. “We could have helped each other through the pain.”

“I can see that now. I couldn’t at the time. I didn’t have you to pull me out of the hole I was digging. I just went deeper and deeper until I was fucking lost. You yanked me back out when you showed up that night, and hearing Zoey’s voice again showed me I should have been looking after you that whole damn time.” He lets out a soft sigh. “I know I messed up. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you.”

He means it, and I believe every word. I’ve waited for this moment for so damn long.

I’ve wished for him to wake up, to come back to me, to say all these things he’s saying now.

I didn’t think all of that would happen when it feels like he’s at his most unstable.

Am I seriously about to forgive the guy who drugged me and kidnapped me?

It feels like I am, damning the consequences, but there’s one thing I can’t let go.

“If you really want to make this up to me, you need to let Zelena go.”

Chapter Forty-Six

Zelena

The room is a mess when I’m done looking for weapons. All I’ve really found is the snow globe. I grab the unicorn because I want a hidden weapon. Sorry, Ryder, but you’re the right size. Slipping under the bed, I pick at the back seam of the soft toy, until I manage to rip it open. I tear out the stuffing and shove the snow globe into the unicorn’s belly. It’s not perfect. I don’t have a way to sew the seam closed again, but I put a little of the stuffing back inside, and I hold the toy by the open back seam, keeping it closed.

The toy doesn’t look any different, but it’ll pack a real punch when my kidnapper shows his face.

I cling to Ryder one-handed, holding him against my chest.

I step over the mess on the floor and try the door handle.

It turns and opens like it did before.

Time doesn’t have much meaning here, with no window to see how dark or light it is outside, but I’m guessing that this is the second mealtime that’s gone by since I’ve been here. I step into the brightly lit hall and try all the doors again, only finding the familiar kitchen door open.

There’s no tape playing this time, and the lights are all on before I step inside.

A tin is on the table, next to a small stack of photographs.

I sit down, letting the unicorn sit in my lap where I can grab it quickly if I need to.

The tin is full of cookies. The photographs are polaroids that look a little faded.

I pick up one of the cookies, wondering why there are chocolate chips as well as M&M’s in them.

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