Chapter 135
Chapter One Hundred-Thirty-Five
Robin
Falcon’s face stays with me as I’m driven away from that house in the woods. My mate must have found my dumb clues. I can hardly believe it. He must have been so close to catching up with us in that stupid tunnel. If only I’d spent a little more time arguing with Warren.
Maybe then I wouldn’t be trapped in the back of a cop car.
“Your mates can’t help you,” he calls back to me, his voice clear, even over the sound of the engine. “No one can save you now, Robin Yates.”
It’s almost as if he read my mind.
I guess the disappointment is written on my face.
I don’t give him the satisfaction of a response.
It doesn’t matter now.
I’m on my own.
That doesn’t mean I don’t have a way out.
It just means I need to be smart about my choices.
For now, that means I need to be quiet.
He warned me not to cause trouble, so I won’t.
I look out of the window for a while, but the speed we’re going makes everything go by too quickly. It makes me nauseous. I fold my arms and look down at the sweater Harper gave me to wear. It’s got dirt and grease on it from that ladder and the damn lever.
I can’t help but worry about Harper and Shayne.
They were drugged by that food. Harper passed out, and Shayne did the same when he went to check on our Omega. I don’t know what sedatives do to people, or how much of whatever drug was used was in that food. I hope they’re not hurt.
If anything happens to them, it’s because of me.
Warren made that obvious.
He would have killed them to get to me.
I don’t fully understand why, and I’m not sure I want to know.
All I do know is if I’m a danger to my mates, then it’s better if I’m not in their lives.
They don’t deserve to be dragged into this mess, whatever it is.