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He’s not familiar, but something about him is. I can’t pin it down.

It’s nothing. I want there to be some reason to get him out of here, and there isn’t one.

If he was bad news, I’d feel it in my gut. He’s not a criminal, and he’s not the slightest bit threatening.

“You’re all good to go when the guys get out here,” I tell Castle, who gives me a bright smile.

“Yes, boss,” he says.

I head back to the tour bus.

I have other things to worry about.

Chapter Seventeen

Dale

Shit. That was intense. Of course it was. That was the head of Zelena’s security. He’s an Alpha, and he’s got an Omega to protect. I knew this was a bad idea. I knew Zane wasn’t telling me something.

Now, I think I know what that something is.

The tall, dark and handsome Alpha with the psycho eyes and the terrifying growl is possessive of the woman I’m about to kidnap. She must feel like his mate, or I guess she could even have chosen him as a mate. Either way, this situation is dicier than I thought it was going to be, and I’m starting to think my lack of a backbone where Zane is concerned is going to be something that lands me in prison.

The growly Alpha disappears into the tour bus parked across the lot.

I glance at the old dude Zane made this deal with.

He shrugs. “Don’t mind him. He’s all bark.”

“Are you sure about that?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

He laughs, and it’s one of those laughs that turns slowly but surely into a cough.

Then, a coughing fit. Harry Castle is as sick as Zane told me he was.

I don’t know how the hell anyone thinks he should still be doing this job.

“Gosh darn it,” he wheezes when it stops.

“Are you okay?” I ask, not convinced he’s going to last the journey.

“This? This is nothing,” he mutters. “I’ve had worse days.”

“Sorry. Zane told me, but I had no idea it was this bad.”

“Stage four,” he admits. “But it doesn’t slow me down without the chemo.”

Clearly, this is why the old guy took Zane’s deal. He must really need the money.

I don’t know what else to say. This guy used to let us steal flowers out his front yard back in Silver Grove when we were kids. The one time he caught us out, we thought we were dead meat, but he just invited us in to give us the Halloween candy he had left over from a week before.

It’s something I barely remember, but Zane’s older and he stuck around in Silver Grove a bit longer than I did.

I moved out to the city as soon as I could. Course, I ended up back in the Grove a few times, but I won’t dwell on that repeated mistake. Even if it might be exactly why I said yes to this batshit plan.

Note to self, grow a backbone, and stop letting your front bone dictate your actions.

Not that Zane has ever noticed the effect he has on my front bone.

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