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 Icouldhide 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.
34
Four days until appeal
CRESCENT
I joined Sin when he went to get contacts from the Redgrave pack the next morning. I wanted to thank them for the protection, but more than that—I was worried about him.
What I felt from him through the pack bond was hard to place, but it made me uneasy.
He was retreating from the bond, distancing himself from me. I needed him to come back.
I held Sin’s arm in mine as he led me through the halls. Vandle and Phantom were trailing the group, not wanting to split up if we didn’t need to. Vandle was holding the books he’d got from the library, eyes skimming the pages as he walked while Phantom stopped him from crashing into passers-by.
Justin, Bug, and Rick had joined us like usual, and Karma was at my side, talking with Finnian. Sometimes the hair would rise on the back of my neck when he was near, but I resisted the urge to look at him too long.
I trusted Karma to protect us.
Finnian just made me a little… uneasy. He always had a few stains from spray paint on his hands and arms, which might be fun, but his eyes were cold every time I met them.
I didn’t like having him at our back.
Sin must have felt my discomfort—he pulled me closer to his side as we entered the square, his lips coming down to possessively nip at my ear. I shivered at the touch, my focus back on him in an instant.
I was glad he did, because as we entered the square, it was the first time being in front of so many alphas since the cage, and it felt like every eye was fixed on me.
Sin strode confidently up to the man drawing with charcoal by the front door of the Redgrave’s cell. “Dominic in?” he asked.
The man tipped his head to the room.
Sin nodded, stepping inside. Karma followed, leaving the rest of our entourage to mingle in the square.
The cell had a couple of beds at the front laden down with various goods, with some of the pack members watching over them. Deeper in the room sat Dominic, and that’s where we headed.
Before Sin could start, I blurted out something I’d wanted to say.
“Thank you for your help, Sir.” I clutched Sin’s hand as I looked down at Dominic.
The Redgrave pack lead raised an eyebrow where he lounged in his ratty armchair, as Sin made an indistinguishable noise.
“Help,” he said, “isn’t free, so you don’t need to thank me.”