Page 77 of My Unhinged Alphas
Chapter 12
Lena
Silence.
No one moves.
No one breathes.
I stare at him, then at the file, then back at him again. “I’m sorry,” I say, because apparently my brain has given up on useful reactions, “my what now?”
Knox steps into the room, shutting the door behind him with a hard shove. “You heard me.”
I laugh once, short and disbelieving. “No, actually, I did not. I heard the words, but they made absolutely no sense in that order.”
He doesn’t care.
His gaze cuts to Havoc first. Then Vale. Then back to me.
“Your name,” he says, lifting the file slightly, “has been flagged in Brotherhood records. Repeatedly.”
My pulse starts pounding again. “No,” I say immediately. “No. That’s not possible.”
“It is.”
“I’m a barista.”
Knox looks unimpressed. “That doesn’t answer the question.”
“It should,” I snap. “Because it’s true.”
Havoc shifts beside me, the humor gone now. “What kind of file?”
Knox doesn’t take his eyes off me. “Restricted.”
That sounds bad.
That soundsverybad.
I take a step back without meaning to, Vale’s shirt brushing my thighs, my heart suddenly hammering for a completely different reason than it was thirty seconds ago.
“I don’t know anything about your weird murder cult filing system,” I say. “I don’t even know what the Brotherhood is beyond apparently having money, masks, and emotional problems.”
Havoc huffs a laugh under his breath.
Knox ignores it. “Do you know anyone named Andrew?” he asks.
The question hits strange.
I frown. “No.”
His stare doesn’t soften. “Anyone in your family. Foster records. School paperwork. Emergency contacts.”
I shake my head harder now. “I said no.”
Vale finally speaks, quiet and careful. “Knox.”
Knox rounds on him. “You knew?”
