Strangely, she had the feeling that Cassie was right, that under different circumstances, they might have been friends. But these weren't different circumstances, this was reality, and in this reality, they weren't friends. There was no chance of them being friends that she could see.
"Escape," Cassie answered thoughtfully. "That's what it would take, Storme.
Because if you escape, then you escape with information no one else has, information that could be a danger to us. Be careful what you plan, be careful how determined you become to remain so very stubborn, Storme. Because if you escape, then as with me, we can't afford to allow the Council to take you."
"So your precious alpha would have me killed?" Storme bit out furiously.
"That job would fall to me."
Both Cassie and Storme whirled around, staring in surprise at the implacable expression on Styx's face and the cold, hard edge of determination that filled his eyes.
Panic, fear--they rose inside her like a whirlwind growing rapidly out of control.
Like something she couldn't contain or control with the last ounce of determination inside her.
She could see the truth on his face. If she escaped, then she would have the knowledge that even the human soldiers working in Haven didn't have.
Humans were confined to the security areas only. The communications bunkers, the secured entrances. They didn't roam the small cluster of homes and likely only a few had any knowledge of the location of the alpha and his second's homes, except the most trusted ones.
She knew pure blood societies that would pay a hefty price for that information.
For any information that would aid in even a quick suicide strike against the leaders of this community, a strike that would come even close to success.
She was a liability to Haven and to the Breeds in general, and the slow, icy knowledge of the danger that placed her in had her throat tightening.
She had slept with this Breed. She had curled against him, felt his arms around her, and she had felt safe.
Even here, safety was an illusion.
"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me." She forced the words past her lips as she turned away from both him as well as Cassie. "Could the two of you leave now? I'm tired of company. I rather enjoy the time I have here to stare at the walls."
To plot and to plan. Suddenly, the idea of escape had never seemed so imperative and yet so far out of reach.
"Like hell," Styx growled as he stalked into the room, then turned to Cassie.
"What are you doing here? I sent word I'd meet you in the community center this evening."
Storme swung around and stared at him in disbelief as he spoke to Cassie.
"Strange," Cassie murmured. "I didn't get that message. I wanted to let you know the chocolate we ordered arrived today. Dr. Armani promised to have it tested by the party next week along with the wine we ordered to go with it. I thought we'd check it out tonight."
He glanced back at Storme. Catching his gaze, she made damned certain he didn't sense anything out of her but the anger and disgust she felt.
"Not tonight, Cassie," he growled as he turned back to her.
Cassie pouted prettily. "You promised, Styx."
"And things have happened since I promised," he stated, his tone firm, but still warm. There was a softness to his tone as he spoke to Cassie that set Storme's nerves on edge.
What was it that made her feel like clawing both their eyes out. That had her fingers curling in an effort to hold back that need.
"Styx, this chocolate cost me a month's allowance." Cassie propped her hands on her hips as irritation filled her voice. "And that wine? Do you remember how much that wine cost, Styx? We had a date. You are not allowed to break dates because of a current playmate. You promised me that."
"A current playmate?" Storme was all but choking on her anger now as Cassie shot her a glare and Styx turned, raked his fingers through his hair and grimaced helplessly; she lifted her hand and fought back the incredible urge to throw something at him. "Don't let me hold you back, Styx. And don't even imagine in any part of that tiny brain of yours that I'm some kind of playmate. Go eat your chocolate." Mockery filled her voice. "Drink your wine." Her eyes widened with an innocent concern that was patently false. "Have a really good time by all means. I'm sure I'll find some way to entertain myself." It was all she could do not to clench her teeth in fury.
She hoped they had fun. She hoped to hell that if he was f**king Cassie, then her father caught him. Better yet, she just might make damned certain Dash and Elizabeth Sinclair found out about it straight from her. They were, after all, normally present in the gatherings each night in the courtyard.
And if she was really, really lucky, then Dash Sinclair would let her watch him neuter the bastard for touching his daughter.