Chapter 33
SIN
‘The characteristic tell of…” I squinted, reading the blurred out words. “...Blood-red eyes.’
I stared down at the single line of handwriting.
The rest of the page was heavily water damaged, the words smeared and rubbed from the paper. A few lines of irrelevant text could be made out in the middle, and then the words: ‘...never allow them to join packs due to the risk of danger…”
“What?” I frowned. Dangerous? “Why would it say that?”
Could it have anything to do with the way I’d turned the dark bond on my own alphas?
“Haven’t found anything else yet,” Vandle said.
“Too late for us anyway.” Karma shrugged like he wasn’t worried. “Already all packed up.”
“I’m not a danger to anyone in this pack.” My chest felt tight as I slid my gaze up to meet Cresent’s. She was the one who’d found this. “Where did you get this?”
She looked at Vandle.
His jaw was set, arms crossed over his chest. “Library.”
That wasn’t what I really wanted to know. I cleared my throat, rephrasing my question. “How did you find it?”
“Had a hunch. Saw your eyes when you were with Crescent in the cage. Got some memories moving.”
I frowned. “Is there anything else?”
“Got a bunch of books, haven’t got through them yet.”
“Fuck.”
Anyway. We didn’t have time.
Appeal was in five days, and we were trying to keep a low profile.
This was a problem. “If they think red eyes are dangerous…” Well. “They reject alphas for being feral. We’ll never get out.”
“What?” Crescent, who was seated on the edge of her nest, having been listening to the whole conversation, looked stunned.
I tried to shut down the bond so she couldn’t feel my panic building. I didn’t want her to know that the information she’d found might torpedo our chance at escape.
Or at least, our chance of escaping as a full pack.
Her footsteps were nearly silent as she crossed the room and sat on the bed beside me.
Crescent cleared her throat. “Could we… hide them, then?” she asked. “Your eyes, I mean.”
Her gorgeous gold irises caught mine. She caressed my cheek, a gentle touch that soothed something deep inside me. I held my breath as she continued.
“At the Convent, they made us wear blindfolds everywhere so we didn’t seduce the alphas.
But they explained that was the only acceptable way to hide our eyes.
They said changing the colours to trick alphas into believing we weren’t devil-touched was a sin—but that means there is a way to change them, doesn’t it? ”
I stifled a growl at the bullshit she’d been fed for years. Her eyes were nothing less than stunning, and should never be hidden.
But… yes. She was right. “There are contacts that would change my eye colour.”
Down here, though?
If I were registered as an inmate, I would never have a chance of getting out. They would already know what colour my eyes were.
But omegas weren’t registered.
There had been no paperwork. No due process. Only a bumpy van ride in the middle of the night, a blindfolded trek through chilly hallways, and two low-level guards shoving me through the doors into the chaos of Anarchy at breakfast time.
Omegas weren’t supposed to get out, because they weren’t supposed to end up here in the first place.
So… if I could hide my eyes, maybe we could fix this.
The only problem was, Anarchy had no need for coloured contacts.
The only way we could get some down here was by inviting more trouble to our doorstep: I had to ask the Redgraves for yet another favour.