Chapter 129
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Nine
Robin
My chocolate trail is probably so dumb, but Corvina doesn’t seem to be noticing so I guess it’s not doing any harm.
Thank God the bar is big, though. I feel like the tunnels we’ve been walking through are going on forever.
I’m glad he let me put on my sneakers before he made me leave the suite, because the ground beneath my feet is definitely wet.
It’s probably filthy, too. It’s too dark to tell.
There are lights but they’re spaced out pretty far apart and a lot of them are dim, or flickering.
“What is this place?” I ask, because the silence is beginning to make me anxious.
I don’t know what he intends to do to me.
I only know he’s a bad guy, and I need to figure out a way to get away from him.
“It’s a tunnel. What does it look like?” he snaps.
“I was only asking.”
“Good girls shut their mouths until they’re spoken to,” he tells me.
I bite back the urge to reply to that, knowing it wouldn’t be smart to anger him.
He has a gun, and he’s taking me somewhere.
Whatever his plan is, he hasn’t tried to end my life.
So, I guess he means to keep me alive, for some reason.
“There are Omegas back there,” I tell him. “Yet, you kidnapped me. Why?”
He laughs. “Don’t even try to understand what’s happening here. You could never begin to comprehend what’s going on. You’re a cog in a big fucking machine, little girl. That’s it.”
“If I’m just a cog, why did you break into Goldcrest to steal me?”
“Because you belong to someone I made a promise to. Someone who can keep this world supplied with Omegas for the real Alphas at the top of the chain. This world stops turning without those men. They’re all that matters.”
“I belong with my true mates.”
“You think those marks on your throat mean anything? They’re a stupid, savage custom designed to shame the woman who was bitten into staying with the man who bit her. They don’t mean a damn thing.”
I stumble over some rocks and use the chance to smear a piece of chocolate on the wall.
The tunnel seems pretty straight, but I don’t know what else I can do.
I’m not going to win a fight against a gun.
He wants me alive, to deliver me to some guy he knows.
My stomach churns at the thought of that.
I need to get away from him.
It’s not going to happen in this tunnel.
I need to wait until we get out of here.
“Who are you taking me to?” I ask.
“You’ll see,” he says.
I guess I will.