Chapter 32
Ileaned forward on the couch, scrubbing my fingers through my hair. Nine days had passed since the situation at The Bungalow.
Since we last saw Eva. A dull throb accompanied each beat of my heart.
“I don’t fucking care, Phantom, I’ll pay whatever necessary, just find my Omega,” Dorian spat into his phone and hung up.
Phantom was a mercurial dick, and Dorian had likely pissed him off. I’d never met the Alpha, and I doubted that was his name, but the mercenary Pack was damn good at what they did, especially their tech guy.
Cade stared at the ceiling, the dark smudges under his eyes emphasized by his paleness.
He’d shut down, sleeping most of the time and running when he wasn’t.
I flexed my hand and looked down at the fresh scabs on my knuckles.
Last night, I’d gone to a nearby bar and funneled my rage into a random drunk Alpha.
It eased the restlessness for a moment, but it crashed back into me as soon as the adrenaline was gone. I would not be okay unless I had my Eva.
Dorian shoved the hair hanging on his forehead back. He’d been hounding Phantom since day one, but the fucker hadn’t found anything . . . or he wasn’t telling us.
I couldn’t see why not since we were paying him a fortune to find her.
All we’d been able to find out so far was that Eva was still under ORD record, but past that, the director hadn’t been reachable via phone call or when we showed up at the nearby ORD branch.
What happened at The Bungalow had a ripple effect, and we were banned from all ORD events and premises.
A shit time for this to happen.
But we wouldn’t rest until Eva returned to her rightful place.