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“Oh, fuck,” I mutter.
I hold the black apron in my hands, the concentrated scent of Omega wafting from it.
April’s Café is embroidered in pink on the front.
It’s not Skylar’s scent, but it is an Omega’s.
Possibly April’s.
Vincent looks over as I hold up the apron. A low growl sounds in his throat.
His instincts are never wrong.
“That’s enough for a warrant,” he confirms. “Enough for the Slatten property.”
“Fuck a warrant,” I hiss, balling the apron in my arms. “I’m going right fucking now. I could give two shits about a warrant.”
I expect him to argue, to say that there could be a reasonable explanation for why this man happens to have a fucking apron from a café he doesn’t work at, but he simply nods, his eyes narrowing.
“Call Ben,” he orders. “I’ll drive.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
There’s only two Omegas from the café that have gone missing.
And if John Briggs is at that Slatten property…
He’s going to have a lot of fucking explaining to do.
If he can even talk after my fist goes through his teeth.
12
SKYLAR
Suppressant withdrawal.
I thought I knew what to expect the first couple of days. I remembered my time in Mexico, unaware that it could be any worse than what I experienced back then.
But this is a new kind of hell.
My womb cramps so hard that I choke on sobs. But crying only makes my body tense and worsen the pain.
I can’t eat.
When John comes to take my blood, I stare up at the ceiling, disassociating.
I’m not sure he’s real anymore.
All I do is sweat and shake while he forces aspirin down my throat.
“I’m sorry,” he says as the needle pokes my skin for the hundredth time. “Please don’t be mad at me, Skylar.”
The mattress is soaked in slick.
I feel disgusting. I can smell myself, a combination of musk, sweat, and sickly sweet slick.
One day, I attempt to crawl to the shower, but pass out in the doorway of the bathroom.
