Page 162 of My Unhinged Alphas
Then he laughs once, soft and ugly. “That what this is?”
I don’t answer.
“We’ve got bigger problems,” he says.
“Then stop making new ones.”
“What’s got your panties in a bunch?” Havoc shoots back.
Lena rubs a hand over her face. “Can you not do this right now?”
Havoc ignores her, eyes still on me. “You want to say what your actual problem is?”
“My problem,” I say, “is that every time you start enjoying yourself, the rest of us pay for it.”
He laughs again, wicked this time. “That’s rich.”
“Really? Look around you. Look how things have spiraled. And we keep making stupid mistakes.”
“Like what?” Havoc says, briefly glancing at Lena before turning to me. One of his brows shoots up as if he’s finally making sense of where my anger is coming from.
“We should have never gone to that Shepherd,” I say.
“And who sent us there in the first place?” he shoots back.
“That was my mistake,” I admit. “He knew something last night and said nothing. He changed his mind overnight. He’s still not telling us everything.”
“Agreed,” Havoc says.
That throws me for half a beat.
Then he adds, “Which is why we should kill him.”
Lena stops dead in the middle of the room. “What?”
Havoc turns his head toward her like that is the most reasonable thing he’s said all day. “He’s a variable. Variables get worse, not better.”
She stares at him. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m extremely serious.”
I look at him. “No.”
He looks back at me. “No because you think I’m wrong, or no because you’re still pretending the Brotherhood’s going to clean this up for us?”
Lena says, “You’re talking about murdering the only person who’s actually given you anything useful.”
“He’s given us crumbs,” Havoc says. “And a threat.”
“No,” I say simply.
Havoc cracks his knuckles. “Don’t worry, I’ll make the problem go away.”
“Voss shouldn’t be touched,” I warn him. But Havoc already has that manic look on his face. I can practically see the wheels turning in his eyes.
I’m losing control. Lena looks at me wide-eyed, with a silent plea. Havoc is still wound tight in that loose, dangerous wayof his. The room feels smaller by the second, all of us trapped inside the same pressure with nowhere useful to put it.
There’s only one way I can think of to stop all three of us at once.
