Page 79 of My Unhinged Alphas
Fine.
Good.
Let him be quiet.
I’m too exposed for this. Too angry. Too aware of Knox standing there interrogating me while I’m half-naked in Vale’s shirt like that somehow gives him the right to peel my life open.
Something in me hardens. “This is ridiculous,” I say.
I bend, grabbing for my underwear where it was dropped, and step into it as fast as I can without wobbling. My jeans are another matter. I spot them, snatch them up, and force myself not to think too hard about any of this as I drag them up my legs. Then I grab what’s left of my blouse, take one look at the ruined front, and throw it back down.
I keep Vale’s shirt on.
No one stops me. That feels important.
I straighten, heart hammering now for an entirely different reason, my bare feet cold against the floor.
This is it. This is the moment.
Vale is quiet. Knox is too focused on the file. Havoc is still thinking, which means he hasn’t decided yet.
I can’t let him decide.
I point at the ruined blouse on the floor. “You can bill one of your secret apostles for that.”
No one smiles.
I nod once, more to myself than to them. “I’m going home.”
Knox opens his mouth immediately. “No.”
I ignore him and look at Havoc. Because he’s the one who brought me back. He’s the one who talks too much. He’s the one who might say yes just to annoy everyone else in the room.
“You said I wasn’t your problem,” I tell him. “You said I wasn’t the target.”
Havoc watches me carefully. Too carefully.
I keep going before he can speak. “You’ve got your creepy file mystery now. Great. Mazel tov. Figure it out without me.” I gesture toward Knox. “He clearly thinks I’m hiding some huge secret, but I’m not. I’m a barista with student debt and apparently a horrifying talent for ending up in rooms with emotionally unstable men.”
Havoc almost smiles.
Almost.
I step toward the door. “I don’t know anything,” I say. “And I’m done being interrogated while underdressed by people who won’t even explain what the hell is going on.”
Still no one moves.
My pulse pounds harder.
Don’t look scared. Don’t hesitate. Don’t give Havoc time to think this through.
I put my hand on the doorknob. “If someone wants me dead,” I say, forcing my voice steady, “I’ll take my chances with normal awful people, thanks.”
That gets Vale’s head up.
Knox’s expression darkens.
Havoc still doesn’t answer, which means he’s debating it. And that’s dangerous.
