“Is this some kind of ploy to stay away from Jamue?”
Hym paused.
Was he that obvious?
“I thought you were all in. You begged me to pull some strings for you with the council. Fuck, Hym…I thought…” Tarymn’s eyes filled with emotions, “last night, you didn’t show up in the kitchen like usual, I thought…I thought you went to him.”
Fuck.
Were they going to talk about this now?
“I did. He helped me.” And it felt good to have him with me.
Hym silently groaned. He needed a minute to breathe. Being around him felt too good and agonizing at the same time.
He was fucking dying inside. His cock was seconds from falling off from how hard it ached whenever he breathed in his scent.
And the fact that Jamue was the sweetest omega he’d ever met was doing a number on him.
He was slowly falling for him.
Fuck.
Hym rubbed the back of his neck.
“This is not about that. We need to get to the bottom of this. I’m starting my heat the day after tomorrow. And I’m curious about a few things.” He turned to him. “You can get me in. You handle security intelligence in the council. They’ll let you in if you give them some bullshit reason.”
“Yes, but I don’t work with detention centres. They’re outsourced.”
“Oh…I didn’t know that. I’m sure the guards don’t know that either. We can use that,” Hym said.
"Are you even listening to me?" Tarymn groaned. “Deltta will hear about this, and he’d want to know why I came here, you know that, right?”
“Of course, and you should tell him. He needs to know that Pharyi is dead.”
“Not yet. He’s been through hell. I want him to enjoy his bond with his mate for a little while.”
“You have no choice but to get me inside then. Whoever wants Deltta dead is still out there. We need to catch them,” Hym said, nodding to one of the guards. “You’re up.” He nudged his brother.
Tarymn stepped up and gave them a bullshit reason - something about evaluation and security measures.
One of the guards took them inside. They walked down hallways that looked drearier the deeper they walked into the detention centre. Hym looked around him, noting the tight security: two guards at every corner, surveillance monitors capturing footage at every angle.
And no one saw anything?
The guard stopped in front of a steel door with a glass partition that allowed them to see inside. He unlocked the door and stepped aside.
“Give us a minute?” Tarymn said.
The guard looked from him to Hym and then left.
“Seems he doesn't trust a council member. You guys are losing your power,” Hym commented as he walked into the cell.
He sniffed, searching for anything that stood out.
“We have a lot to make up for,” his brother said dryly. “What are you looking for? The officers did a sweep of the cell. They found nothing. The weapon was fast and undetectable.”
Hym looked up at the ceiling, the walls of the cell, doing a three-sixty.