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“I’m not making any promises,” Leo says. “But I’ll pass it along.”

“That’s all I’m asking.”

“And if you threaten us again, I will bury you.”

“I understand,” I say, nodding quickly.

He offers me a single nod in return before turning to Andromeda in a way that’s a clear dismissal of me from the conversation entirely.

“Let’s get you upstairs.”

The two of them leave me standing alone in the hallway.

I came here to make progress on a case that’s supposed to help male omegas across the country. Instead of getting anywhere near Beckham Knight, I only managed to get my card to his publicist after being laughed at by his girlfriend when I tried to blackmail her.

I drove home in silence after picking my car up from a fifty-dollar valet spot I couldn’t afford.

The worst part is I think I deserved a whole lot worse than just that.

CHAPTER 27

Andi

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, leaning into Leo’s side as he helps me up the stairs.

Okay, so, turns out three shots back to back on top of the two I already pre-gamed with was a bad idea.

Has my tolerance really gotten that shitty?

I mean, it’s been a while since I’ve had any alcohol. I haven’t even had a sip since the Grammys.

Or was I just shitfaced every time I went out with Ezra?

Probably a mix of both.

“No need for you to apologize,” Leo murmurs.

My eyes drift shut, and I bury my face into his shirt. He smells like warm paper. Like a book I could bury my nose into for hours.

It’s a soft, subtler scent I can only really immerse myself in when I’m shoving my face into his side, so I think I’m just going to hang out here for now.

“What happened?” Beck asks, concern evident in his tone.

My eyes flutter open when I feel his hands brushing my hair away from my face.

“We’ve gotta go,” Leo grunts.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble again. “I fucked things up.”

“Did you have too much to drink?” Beck coos down at me.

I blink up at him, my expression crumpling when I see the kindness in his eyes.

Shit.

Well, I guess here comes the sad-drunk time of the night.

“No, I got blackmailed.” My voice and my lower lip waver. If it weren’t for Leo holding me up, I’m sure I’d be shaking in my heels right now. “I’m so sorry, Beck.”