Rogue Breed by Thea Atkinson

Author:Thea Atkinson [Atkinson, Thea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: BA
Publisher: Thea Atkinson
Published: 2016-09-22T22:00:00+00:00

A NAKED RUN

I knew I couldn't keep her in that suite indefinitely, but I was loathe to let her run free until I had assessed whatever threat she and her companions might hold for me and the rest of the pack. I certainly had nowhere else to put them in the meantime, and I kind of liked the idea of my mother stuck in that damned room of hers waiting for me to let her out, at my pleasure. I'd happily let her rot in there except it would mean she'd be too close for me to ignore. I took in the lot of them, my chest starting to heave with anger and the supreme desire to just walk away. She had put me in a tough spot once more whether it was physical or not. I felt my fingers working to clench into a fist and even that made me angrier. I shouldn't have to feel like this. I was a grown woman. An alpha, for god's sake.

"I'll have some food sent up," I said, training my eye on the drummer who had begun some sort of staccato rhythm again with his palms. It was unnerving, and it only added to the tension when he looked up at me to stare silently as though each blink was enough to punctuate the sound of his music.

"You've cleaned my rooms," Artemis said.

"Damn straight," I said, although it hadn't been me who had swept the room for weapons and cleaned them out. It had been Jeb and Caleb's orders. I was glad of that now. "It's been vacant for so long, it seemed a shame to waste all of the canned goods and weaponry." I would never tell her I had been held there very recently.

As though she were reading my mind, she curled her fingers inward to study her nails and let go a very innocent sounding question. "And Caleb?" she said. "Where is he?"

I stared at her for a long moment before I answered. "Same place as my father."

She made a noncommittal sound low in her throat, a cross between a hum and a snort that made me grit my teeth. She knew, damn her. She knew my father was dead and she stood there as though it was the first she'd heard it.

I finally couldn't stand anymore and spun on my heel without saying goodbye. I needed to get out. What I really needed was a good run. I stopped in my room on the way out of the mansion and grabbed a satchel to stuff my dress into before I discarded it into the bushes. The act made me think of Jeb and how he changed me in these weeks. Always be prepared. It would keep my clothes dry so I didn't have to return to the house in damp clothing.

I met him as I got to the bottom of the stairs and he started to follow me. He must've understood from my tense jaw and posture, I needed to be alone, so he hung back, calling out a soft hope for a good run.

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