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Her hands move up from mine and she starts tugging at the buckle of my restraint.

"I'll see you for dinner, okay?" She says as she picks up the tray.

"Okay, see you soon, Mira," I say, doing my best to keep the excitement out of my voice.

Because Mira just undid one of my cuffs.

CHAPTER 48

Reyna

Mira doesn't come back for dinner.

It's Dom who storms into my room around the time that I've come to expect Mira.

His eyes are wild and a little panicked.

"What did you do?" He growls, stalking his way over to me.

"What?"

"I said, what did you fucking do?” He yells, gripping my shoulders and shaking me.

I clench my hands into fists so that they don't slide out of the cuffs that I've loosened. They still look like they're on, but I can slip out of them with ease now.

"What the hell are you talking about!" I hiss back.

"We've got Northsiders sniffing about here! That's what!"

His words have hope sparking in my chest. Northsiders? That must mean that my alphas have made some sort of headway into locating me.

I have no idea how they would've done so, but there's no other group of people that would be more capable. With Milo's tech skills, Theo's quick thinking, Stone's experience, and Killian's connections? They're practically unstoppable.

"So tell me, what did you do! That omega who brings you food wouldn't spill, she apparently kept on insisting that she just fed you."

I blink up at him. "What did you say?"

"Are you fucking deaf?"

"What happened to Mira?" I say, panic building inside my chest.

"Sebastiansent her away," Dom said ominously, his expression growing dark. "I haven't worked here too long, but I've been here long enough to know that omegas aren't justsent away. Especially not ones that've been here since the beginning."

His words knock the wind out of me. Guilt sinks its claws into me and wraps my organs around its fist.

"No," I whisper. "She—she didn't do anything to bring my alphas anywhere near here, I swear!"

All she did was loosen my cuffs. Was that really enough to get her sent to God knows where?

"They knew she was lying because she apparently can't lie for shit. But they weren't able to get out of her what she actually did. By the time I got there and suggested barking at her to tell us the truth, that bossy fucker had already sent her away."

Something strikes me as odd, as I try and fight through the overwhelming waves of guilt and panic.

"Do they—do they not have a lot of alphas working here?"

"Shut up," Dom says, shaking me by the shoulders again.

They don't.