Page 15 of In Doubt

“Singing?” She frowns at me with confusion.

Is this another of her plays to break me?

“Yes, the singing. Could you please stop?”

Comprehension dawns over her face. “Whoops, sorry. I don’t realise I’m doing it. It drives my brother crazy.”

“Me too. Please stop.”

She glares at me. “Now who’s the killjoy?”

“There’s absolutely no joy in that singing.”

“Well, I’m sorry but the conversation is seriously lacking and I don’t do well in silence.”

“I do.”

“And yet you live in a pack?”

“Part of being in a pack is knowing when to give each other space.”

“If only we both had some now!” She attacks the board with her pen, then tosses both to the ground. “I swear this trench is ten degrees hotter because of your presence.”

I smirk at her. “You think I’m hot?”

“That’s not what I said.” I keep on smirking and she shuffles on her spot. And I know it’s wicked, but I like seeing her squirm. I know she doesn’t really find me hot, but it’s fun to tease her. I just wish I could tease her in more enjoyable ways, the idea making my cock stir. “I said you’re making this trench hot.”

“Same thing.”

“Trust me, it’s not. You may be in love with yourself, doesn’t mean I am.”

Oh yeah, she’s made that abundantly clear. Again. And again.

“Just quit the singing, will you?”

“Fine!” she snaps, snatching up her trowel and attacking the ground with it.

I pick up my own and spin round, relieved at last to have some silence.

“Except, it’s not!” she blurts out a minute later.

I sigh and turn back to find her glaring at me, her face all hot and sweaty and looking exactly like she’s spent time tumbling around in bed. Fuck, I need to get my mind of the gutter. But it’s that scent and her arse and hips and..,

“I told you I don’t like the silence,” she adds.

“Can’t you talk to yourself in your head?”

Her eyes flick to the side. “I’d rather not.” She chews on her lip, weighing up her options. “We could play a game while we work?”

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter. “What you want to play? Eye spy?”

We both examine the confined space of our cell with its dirt walls and dirt floor.

The corner of her mouth twitches. I’m reminded of her smile from earlier this morning. The way it dazzled me. The way being here seemed to light her up from the inside. Something I can understand.

“Why are you so goddamn determined to win the spot on the professor’s research team?” I ask her.

It’s a question I’ve wanted to ask her for a long time. I’ve never met such a driven omega. Single handedly dogged. Prepared to stoop to anything to get what she wants – including torturing me.