Page 155 of My Unhinged Alphas
I look at her for a second.
Not because I disagree, but because she’s right again.
Smart girl.
“I left everything there,” she says. “Phone. Wallet. Passport. Clothes. Half my life, apparently.”
Havoc pushes off the desk. “Bit generous, calling that half a life.”
She gives him a tired look. “I’m hanging on by a thread. Let me be dramatic.”
“I’ll go,” I say.
All three of them look at me.
Knox’s expression hardens slightly. “Alone?”
“I’ll move faster that way.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
I look at him. “Then no. Not alone in the philosophical sense. But yes, alone enough.”
Havoc huffs a laugh. “Beautifully useless answer.”
“I know the layout now,” I say, ignoring him. “I know what to look for. Her documents, clothes, essentials. I can get in and out without dragging her back into that place.”
Lena opens her mouth, probably to argue, but Knox beats her to it.
“He’s right about one thing,” he says. “You’re not going back there.”
She folds her arms. “You say that like I’m suddenly twelve.”
“No,” Havoc says. “Twelve-year-olds are easier to manage.”
She glares at him.
He smiles.
I look at Knox. “You stay with her. Explain what she needs to understand.”
Lena narrows her eyes. “That sounds ominous.”
“It is,” Knox says.
That shuts her up for half a beat.
I’m already halfway turned toward the door in my head, already sorting through my strategy. I have to imagine the apartment is still being monitored. She’s going to be staying with us at the motel until we know she’s safe, and the thought sits wrong in my chest for reasons I don’t want to examine too closely.
Not because I mind her there.
Because I don’t.
Because I mind how quickly that arrangement has started to feel natural.
Knox looks at me for a second longer, then nods once. “Get what matters. Don’t linger.”
“Wasn’t planning to.”
