Page 53 of My Unhinged Alphas
“We’re done here,” I say.
Havoc laughs once. “You don’t get to decide that.”
“I just did.”
He opens his mouth, probably to keep pushing, but I cut him off with a look. This time he gets it. Not because he respects me. Because he knows I’m one second away from putting him through the wall, and even he can read a room when it matters.
The girl stays where she is, arms wrapped around herself, watching us both. Her face is pale now, but her chin is up. Defensive. Angry. Trying not to look shaken even though she obviously is.
I don’t give her sympathy. I can’t. That’s not how I’m made.
But I notice her anyway. And I notice the way Havoc keeps looking at her too.
That doesn’t help.
I tell myself I’m annoyed because he’s being reckless. Because he killed the main guy before we could question him. Because he keeps trying to talk around it instead of owning it. All of that is true.
It’s just not the whole truth.
Part of it is that I walked in and found him too close to her. Part of it is that I still don’t know what happened before I got here, only that something did. Is that why he lied to her about his name? Did Vale warn her about him? Did he decide to turn it into a game the second he realized that?
Too many questions. No time for any of them.
I look at Havoc. “We’ll deal with this later.”
His expression turns mocking again. “That a promise?”
“It’s the only one you’re getting.”
He grins like that doesn’t bother him. Maybe it doesn’t. Maybe he likes this. Havoc usually likes anything that gets messy enough.
I turn toward the door.
Behind me, the girl says, “That’s it? You’re just leaving?”
I stop, glance back at her. “Yes.”
She stares at me like she wants more. An explanation. A warning. Something useful.
I give her nothing.
Because the truth is, I don’t know what to say to her. I don’t know whether Havoc pulled her into this because he was bored, because he wanted something, or because he saw an angle. None of those options are good.
And even standing here now, with every instinct telling me to walk away and leave this where it is, one thought keeps scraping at the back of my mind.
The girl is trouble.
I don’t know what kind yet. Only that she is.
Chapter 8
Lena
My heart is hammeringlong after they leave the room.
I don’t move at first. I just stand there, staring at the door, my arms wrapped tightly around myself because I can’t seem to stop shaking. Stepping between them felt insane even while I was doing it. One wrong move, one wrong word, and I’m not sure either of them would have stopped in time.
I was scared. Terrified, actually.
