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I back away, fighting every single instinct in me.
“We should call it in,” I whisper to Kingston. “Get more help.”
Kingston’s head snaps up. “We can’t do that.”
“We need help,” I stress. “We won’t be able to just walk in and kill him and walk out.”
“Stealth. If we go in quickly and quietly, we can get him before he realises,” Kingston says with a growl.
He’s as gone as the other two.
I consider it. I don’t like the feeling I have inside. Everything feels wrong about this.
“Let's go,” Bailey demands, running his fingers through his hair and looking towards thecar.
Still, I hesitate, even though my head is foggy with the scent of Selene’s heat. “We should call or leave a note for Selene, at least let her know.”
“No time,” Bailey says with a smile that would scare small children. “We’ve got this.”
Despite my better judgement, the desire to have her safe overwhelms all other thoughts. I fight it, but with Bailey whispering heat-drugged words into the air and the rage growing, the need to protect Mael, Selene, and Bailey, I’m fighting a losing battle.
“We should leave a note,” I protest one last time.
“And say what?” Kingston asks. “Sorry, I went to kill someone. But, don’t worry, I’ll be back for breakfast.”
I snarl at him but don’t stop walking towards the car.
We pile in, and I finally ask the question I’ve been dying to ask. “What is our plan?”
“Sneak in, assassinate him, and sneak out,” Bailey says darkly. “It’s not like we all haven’t done things like this before.”
I groan at the complete lack of thought put into this. I search my pockets, but I don’t even have my phone. This is ridiculous. My head throbs, and I realise just how deceptively in control we all are. Omegas are ruled by their heats, but alphas can be brought to their knees by their instincts or one pheromone-filled room.
“We’re going to die,” I warn. “We need a plan.”
Bailey snorts. “Don’t be like that, Edric.”
I like the way he says my name. I like the way we are together. But this, I don’t want to go.
The conviction grows so big so fast that I almost lean between the seats and grab the steering wheel, running us off the side of the road, but when I lean forward, Selene’s scent is all over Bailey’s clothes.
“How are we going to do it?” I try again, but I’m struggling to hold on to reason and thought.
“With a knife,” Mael growls. “I want to watch him bleed out. For everything he put her through. Put us through. He needs to pay.”
I sit back and don’t ask anymore questions. The thought that this bastard sat here tormenting these people for years because he wanted to finish the job has me in a mild panic.
I think of the connection between the five of us.
Octavia.
She would have sold Selene out in a heartbeat. Wouldn’t have even batted an eye.
“I think…” I pause, watching Bailey out of the corner of my eye. He’s restless but strangely focused. “Octavia might have had something to do with this, not you, Mael.”
Mael spits out several curses.
“Octavia Sand? As in the bitch I fucked?” Bailey asks with a growl.