Page 185 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two

I giggled before I could stop myself. Rogue looked at me funny and I fought to straighten my face. “Technically,” I muttered, unable to help myself. “It started offwitha bad foot.”

FIFTY

KNOX

I dreamed in a strange, jarring manner.

Thistle’s scent was all around me. She was here, holding me. She’d never leave. But then…

I was dragged back to the nightmares.

I was looking for Thistle.

I was going to bite her at last, but then—there was panic in Bambi’s eyes as she staggered toward me in the Misfits’ quarters. The others were trying to drag her into the safe room, but she wouldn’t go.

Her eyes were filled with tears as she gripped me, and it didn’t matter if she couldn’t talk.

I knew.

Carrion’s guards had been waiting outside the ballroom, and my blood had run cold.

I hadn’t processed much.

Only the fact that once again, I hadn’t bitten her.

Once again, I’d let her down, and now…

But something snagged in my vision. Thistle’s Bunny, and beside it on the floor, a way out.

I’d caught the security off guard, my fist slamming one back. They’d thrown me to the floor, clearly not wanting me dead yet, and as I fought them, I managed to close my fist around the small bracelet.

When I woke, my brain felt like it was packed with cotton wool. I cracked my eyes open, inhaling the cool scent of frosted moonflower.

“Thistle…” The words were barely audible, my voice weak.

But… I was alive.

We’d made it out alive.

Ace had figured it out…

Thistle had too. One of the last things I’d seen was her blocking Rogue from trying to stop Ace killing me.

Shit.

“Youabsolutebrat.” I blinked at Vance’s voice, startled into focus. The room slowly sharpened around me. I was in her nest. Vance was seated on a chair beside the bed, Callum at his side, peering up at me from a laptop balanced on his knees, looking relieved.

“Me?” I croaked.

He was smiling. “She’s been here every moment for a fucking day, and the one time she goes to see Bambi in the garden, you decide to wake up.”

“Shit.” I blinked, propping myself up as the room came into focus. “Wait—Bambi’s in the garden?”

Most of the people we got from the Ring hid in their rooms for weeks before venturing out.

“Yup. Omega’s brave,” he said, pressing a cup of water into my hand. “She had it as bad as any of us, but she’s out there in a few weeks? Thistle’s working some magic, too. I didn’t believe Poptarts would actually work as bait, but she’s getting some sun, so what do I know?”

“Well, that’s good.”