Page 28 of The Devil Takes

Percy

There’s more

I had to tell him I’m an omega

Tommy

Jesus christ. You realize you just sold your soul to the Devil right? He’s only going to use this against you. You can’t trust alphas, Percy. You know that. They only want one thing, and he’ll use you now that he knows.

UGH!! ?? Now I’m going to have to preemptively block him. Send me his number.

Percy

I’m sorry

My cheeks were hot, and my palms were sweaty with regret. I sent over Brett’s number, chewing on my thumbnail as I watched the little bubbles appear by Tommy’s name again that meant he was typing. Maybe it was selfish of me but I hoped Brett wouldn’t decide not to help me when his message didn’t go through–if he even sent one at all.

Man. I really was a shitty friend.

My eyes burned.

Tommy

You’re a dick.

I blocked him.

I can’t believe you.

Stop moping and come home. If you’re going to eat your feelings about this at least do it where I know you’re safe.

Percy

Are u mad at me?

Tommy

…

Percy

Sorry

Dumb question

Tommy

Just come home.

* * *

Later that night, as I lay in bed in silence, I mulled over the sting of Tommy’s words. He’d been pissed, sure, but instead of railing on me about the number, he’d sprouted a whole rant about dick-o-nauts (his words, not mine) in general.

They only want one thing, he’d said, and I knew he was right.

I knew that.

But stubbornly, I wanted to believe he was wrong.