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Dom raises an eyebrow expectantly at me. “We can continue our conversation later. This shit is more important.”

“That’s—that’s not what I was going to say,” I say, blowing my curtain bangs out of my face and running a hand through my hair. “You should have someone look at him before you send him to the Sorels. That way he doesn’t keel over and die before transport.”

What the fuck am I saying right now? The moment I heard Obsidian was a traitor I should’ve deleted everything about him from my memory, including these stupid crush-like feelings.

Helping clean his cuts isn’t going to do jack shit when he’s going to die soon, anyway.

“You volunteering?” Dom raises an eyebrow. “You’ve seen how vicious he is in the ring, you got a death wish?”

“No, I don’t have a death wish,” I shrug, my pulse racing despite my outward casual appearance. “Pretty sure he’ll mostly be unconscious by the time you guys are done with him. Plus, I know you, you don’t have a death wish either. You’ll keep him tied down tight. I think I’ll be fine.”

I have no idea what I’m talking about. I don’t know the real Obsidian. Hell, I don’t even know his actual name. He could kill me or take me hostage or just hurt me.

Why the fuck am I sticking my neck out for this alpha wholiedto me? Who made me actually fuckinglikehim?

“Fine, as long as you’re done and back here by the time your shift starts,” Dom grunts. “We’ll text you when we’re done with him.”

The door slams shut behind him and I take a second to slump against the wall.

What the hell am I going to do?

My parents know I buy suppressants. They just don’t know where from or what I do to get them. I can’t just disappear for half a week every few months to sell myself during my heat without them finding out what I’m doing.

And who am I kidding? Anything the Sorel family touches goes to fucking shit. Dom’s involvement with them and their interest in me may as well be the kiss of death.

Is that why I suggested going to help a traitor like Obsidian? Because my life is also on borrowed time now?

I don’t know. I don’t know anything at this point.

CHAPTER 10

Reyna

“I’m here to make sure Obsidian’s still alive,” I say with my first aid kit tucked under my arm.

“You sure you wanna go in there?” John asks, jerking his head towards the door to the room they’ve finished interrogating Obsidian in.

“From what Dom said when I saw him on his way up, he’s in bad shape.”

“Yeah,” John sighs. “Fucker wouldn’t tell us jack shit.”

“So you didn’t find out anything I should know about?”

“I don’t know if anything we found out would be something you’d need to know about, sweetheart.”

“Don’t fucking ‘sweetheart’ me.” I roll my eyes, pushing passed him. “I’ll call you if I need anything.”

He grips my arm as I pass, his hold surprisingly aggressive. John’s eyes narrow on me. “If he tells you anything, you tell us, got that?”

I narrow my eyes in return, wrenching my arm from his grip. This whole traitor situation seems to have the sharks here circling. Any sign of weakness is bad right now.

“Why the hell would he tell me something?”

John shrugs. “I dunno, maybe you honeypot him or something. Just make sure to tell us.”

“Yeah, yeah. Doubt the guy can get his dick up in the shape you guys probably left him in, but fine. Now’re you gonna let me go do my job or not? I’ve got a time crunch. Gotta be back at the club before eleven.”

“Fine,” John huffs.