A Traitor's Bloodline
I picked up the book I’d brought in the previous night, then slid out into the hall.
The omegas were talking in a second, completely distracted by one another, so I took my chance at the coat hooks by the door. Keely’s shiny key sat in the very pocket I had seen before, and it was plenty small enough to fit into the gap in my book.
Once the evidence was safely stashed in plain sight on my nightstand, I walked back out to have some meaningless conversations with women who were scared of me.
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What time is a good time to escape from your oppressive mate and his superstitious pack? I figured - once nighttime fell - that there was no answer to that question, because
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