monster in her eyes anyway, so I might as well act like it.
A tense hand rakes through my hair after I get out of the shower. Being soaked with blood won’t help with my search and… I don’t want to scare her. That’s why I didn’t pounce after her immediately.
She was already terrified out of her mind.
That frightened look she gave me will haunt me. Zoe isn’t the type to be scared. She’s the most defiant thing I’ve ever encountered, but she has these moments when she’s a broken fucking doll. I don’t know why that bothers me so much.
I shove my legs into trousers and throw on a T-shirt. The cloth rubs against my shoulder wound, and I hiss.
My head still throbs and my hands twitch. An Omega dose would be brilliant about now, but I can’t trust myself on that poison.
I don’t want Zoe to see that robotic look again, not after she ran like a scared kitten.
All I could think about when I sliced the cockroach’s throat was death. He had his hands on her and therefore, he needed to fucking die.
No one touches her and lives. It was that simple at the moment.
I didn’t even think that I should shut him up because he knew my secret. I didn’t consider that I was killing someone in front of Zoe.
Now that I think about it, I shouldn’t have killed him while she stood there. Just because I drown in blood and destruction, she doesn’t. No matter how strong she appears.
I hop down the stairs of the safe house and into the club. It’s opening hours so the walls thud with loud music. Sweaty bodies dance and laugh and I want to break all their fucking necks.
The thought flees when I find who I’m looking for. An old man swats Natalie’s arse. Lucky for him, Mist isn’t around. Lachlan is. He hauls the man to his feet and shows him to the door.
Natalie bows her head and heads to the storeroom at the back.
I follow her and find her fiddling with boxes.
“Have you seen Zoe?”
Natalie startles, and slowly turns around, lips parted and her dark skin paling a shade. Her gaze drifts sideways as if searching for an escape.
There won’t be any.
I tower over her and repeat in a more clipped tone. “I said. Have you seen Zoe?”
“N-no.” She clasps her fingers together. “We’re not as close anymore.”
“If you’re hiding anything…” I leave the warning hanging. I’m sure she’s hiding something and she knows better than to test my non-existent patience.
Her teeth nibble on her bottom lip before her brown eyes peek up at me. She opens her mouth then closes it.
“What is it?” I don’t have time for this nonsense.
“I… saw her go into Mist’s office earlier.”
“Earlier?”
“When I returned from the kindergarten.”
Around the time she ran away from me. Well, isn’t Zoe a smart thing? Le Salon’s compound is the last place I’d search.
I storm upstairs to Mist’s office. The doorknob almost crumble under my forceful shove.
Mist and Ghost sit across from each other on the sofa with a shitload of papers in front of them. Flame’s motionless body is thrown on a side sofa, slumbering as usual.
I storm inside and snap at Mist. “Where is she?”
She reaches for the bottle of scotch and pours the amber liquid in the glass. “Who?”
“Don’t fuck with me, old hag.” I grit out. “Where is Zoe?”
She traces the rim of her glass with a red-manicured finger. “As far away from you as possible.”
I lunge at her. She jerks upright. Ghost stops me from murdering her by standing between us.
“Stop.” He places one hand on my chest and another on hers. I glare at her and she glares back.
“She’s seen you bathed in blood,” Mist bites out.
Ghost narrows his eyes. “What happened?”
I lift a shoulder. “Old grudge.”
Mist points a finger at me. “All of us are compromised because of you.”
My breathing slows. “So…. What? You cleaned her up?”
“Doesn’t matter.” She falls back on the sofa and focuses on her drink again. “This is the best for everyone.”
“If you so much as put a finger on her…” I don’t know what I’ll do. I think I'll fucking murder Mist. I wouldn’t even care that Ghost could hate me forever or that the monster title will be engraved under my skin for eternity.
“Enough.” Ghost breathes through his nose. “This isn’t the time. We need to evacuate our people from the factory tonight.”
“I’m busy.” I couldn’t give two fucks about the factory or Hades