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Waiting for me.
I stood with my schoolbag over one shoulder and waited calmly for them to kill me. To this day, I don't know why I didn't run. Perhaps on some level I knew they weren't going to kill me. Honestly, I don't know why they didn't. It would have saved the pack a lot of hassle and death. I guess by sparing the daughter of the alphas, they thought they wouldn't look quite so bad.
"She looks like fun," one of them said.
Another gave him a funny look. "She's a kid."
The first black wolf shrugged. "I meant for hunting, not fucking, but we have our orders. Come on, kid." He downed the last of his coffee and jerked his head towards the door.
I hesitated, then lowered my bag to the floor. Without a word, I followed them past the table where my parents’ heads sat, and out to a waiting vehicle.
"A million dollars for your thoughts." Jake sat down next to me.
"I'm just thinking I should have strangled Alistair Dagen when I had the chance," I said.
"When did you get a chance?" he asked.
I shrugged. "I didn't. But I still could have found a way, or at least tried." Maybe if I'd pretended to break, or pretended I wanted to spread my legs for him, I might have had a chance to be alone with him.
It was silly to even think it. There was no way I would have been anything but alone with him and several of his goons. The moment my hands went anywhere near his neck, they would be all over me.
I suppressed a shudder.
"That looks bad," Cooper said as he sat down on the other side of me.
I turned slowly and gave him a long look. "What are you doing here?" That was before I noticed Hutton standing behind me, rather than resting like I told him to.
"You said I should do whatever Jake told me to do," Cooper said. "He said to stay close behind you. He did say I should try not to let you see me, but I figured—" He nodded towards the house.
"It seemed like you could use some company," Hutton said. "Ben is keeping an eye on things at Crimson. And taking a nap."
Before I could say anything in response, the house shuddered. Dirt from around the edge of the sinkhole dislodged and fell. Dirt and foundations.
Fuck.
"Everyone back!" someone shouted.
The ground rumbled. Several windows shattered under the pressure. Seams in the brickwork started to come apart. The whole building listed heavily.
I wanted to close my eyes, cover my ears and pretend it wasn't happening. I could have gotten up and walked away. Come back when it was over.
Instead I rose, crossed my arms over my chest and watched my house tear itself apart and slide into the sinkhole.
Someone put an arm around me. I didn't register who. I just leaned against him until there was nothing standing but a stubborn brick wall on the other end of the property.
"Well, shit," Hutton said. “That would have been cool if that wasn't your house."
"Yeah," I said absently. If anyone started with the 'at least no one was hurt,' bullshit, I was going to push them into the sinkhole myself.
My phone rang.
I put it to my ear, and barked, "What?"
I wasn't even slightly surprised to hear Alistair Dagen's voice on the other end of the line.
"I see you received my present," he said smoothly.
"Fuck you," I snarled.
