It sounded smart.
Now it just felt reckless.
I pushed through clusters of men in tailored suits, muttering apologies no one heard. My eyes skimmed every dim alcove, every shadowed corner. Panic sat high in my throat. If I didn’t find her right now, I was going to lose it.
“Are you missing something?”
The smooth voice cut through the noise.
I turned too fast and nearly collided with a man in a green suit. His gaze flicked over my shoulder, assessing, then returned to my face.
I’d never seen him before.
He looked like he already knew exactly who I was.
“I’m fine,” I said automatically.
“No,” he hummed. “You’re not.”
“I don’t have time for this,” I muttered, trying to step around him.
He shifted just enough to block me.
“My beta has located one Mr. Vincent Rossi,” he said calmly.
Shit.
“She mentioned Mr. Rossi smells like coffee and cinnamon,” he continued. “You seem to carry that scent as well.”
His head tilted slightly.
“So I’ll ask again. Are you missing something?”
My pulse roared in my ears.
“Namely,” he added softly, “an omega.”
The word hit like a punch.
“I need you to take a breath, beta,” he murmured. “We’re not particularly fond of Mr. Stellar at the moment. Describe your omega.”
“I—Do you know where Violet is?” I asked before I could stop myself.
“Perhaps.” He smiled faintly. “Describe her.”
My throat tightened.
“She’s small,” I said immediately. “Dark hair. Big glasses—she probably isn’t wearing them, that doesn’t help. She’s pregnant.”
My mind flashed to the monitor at home and I swallowed hard.
“She doesn’t talk. She’s mute, not deaf. She can hear you. She signs.” I forced myself to keep going. “She has a brother here somewhere. Looks just like her.”
The man in green went very still.
“Very well,” he said. “Come with me.”
He didn’t wait for permission.