Page 5 of My Unhinged Alphas
“Smart girl,” he says, giving me a toothy smile.
Diabolicalis all I can think. He’s really enjoying this.
The amused one laughs again, softer this time. “I like her.”
“That’s not relevant,” the controlled one says.
“Everything’s relevant.”
I force myself to keep going even as my vision blurs. Something is wrong. I can already feel it creeping in. But I feel helpless. There’s nothing I can do but keep them talking. Keep them human. Find out everything I can so I can get out of this, hopefully alive.
“So, what do I call you?” I ask. “Because ‘tall and ominous,’ ‘stabby and cheerful,’ and ‘intense eye contact’ is a mouthful.”
The amused one grins beneath the mask. I can hear it in his voice. “Careful.”
“Why?” I shoot back. “You’re the ones in masks.”
For a second, something almost shifts in the air. Like I’ve nudged something I don’t understand.
There’s another crash somewhere above us. A distant shout. My pulse spikes.
The blond one moves closer. Too close. I feel the heat of him even without him touching me. “You don’t belong here,” he says quietly.
I let out a shaky breath. “I’m getting that impression.”
The room tilts slightly. Fuck. My chest starts to cave in.
Not now.
Stay awake.
The controlled one half reaches for me like he might steady me, then stops. Like touching me would cross some line.
“Can we keep her?” the amused one asks casually.
“No,” the controlled one answers immediately.
The blond’s jaw tightens.
My vision starts to blur at the edges again. My body feels heavy. Whatever they used on me hasn’t finished its job. Maybe they can tell I’m about to go under. Maybe they were expecting it already, and let me talk.
I shoot them an accusing look, feeling betrayed by my own body. I thought I was in control, that I could get out of this by keeping them talking. That’s what happens in the movies, right? That’s how you get the bad guys to confess.
The controlled one straightens. “We’re leaving.”
My pulse jumps. “Leaving where?”
“With you.”
The room tilts slightly again, the lingering drug making everything feel distant at the edges. “Okay,” I say carefully. “That feels like a detail I’d like expanded.”
The blond steps closer, just enough that I feel his shadow fall over me. “You’re safer with us,” he says.
I look at the blood on the floor. “That’s a bold claim,” I murmur.
I try to hold on. I need answers. I need to understand what wrong room I ended up in and who these masked men are and why they sound like violence is just part of their schedule.
But the darkness pushes in.
