Page 89 of My Unhinged Alphas
I push that thought down hard and fast.
Vale looks away like he can feel me thinking it.
Good.
Because this isn’t just on Havoc.
Havoc started it, pushed it, turned it into his usual chaos. But Vale didn’t stop it.
And I didn’t either.
That’s the part none of us are saying.
I watch him for a few seconds longer. He’s back to himself now. Still. Controlled. Locked down so tight it’s like nothing happened.
Except it did. And I saw it. Which means I know something about him now that I didn’t before.
He’s not as untouchable as he pretends to be.
None of us are.
I run a hand over my face and push off the wall again. I’m still trying to get him to talk.
“You’re just going to shut it down like that?” I ask.
Vale doesn’t look at me. “There’s nothing to say.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is.”
I let out a breath, frustrated. “We don’t get to pretend tonight didn’t happen.”
“We don’t need to dissect it either.”
“That’s not what this is.”
That gets his attention. Barely. His eyes flick to mine, unreadable. “Then what is it?” he asks.
I don’t answer right away. Because part of it is operational, and part of it isn’t, and I don’t like mixing the two. Before I can decide what to say, the door opens.
Havoc walks in like nothing in the world touches him.
Of course he does.
I don’t even try to hide the edge in my voice. “Took you long enough.”
He shrugs, closing the door behind him. “Traffic.”
There’s no traffic. He knows it. I know it. He just likes the sound of it.
I don’t play along. “Where is she?”
“Home.”
I stare at him. “You let her go.”
He leans against the wall, relaxed. Too relaxed. “She wasn’t staying.”
