Page 186 of Psycho Pack
"Please. What would I gain from that?" He waves a dismissive hand. "I'm a businessman. Information is my currency, and I always deliver quality goods." His eyes glitter behind his ornate mask. "Besides, watching you lot tear down the Council piece by piece is far more entertaining than any show I could put on here."
I feel Plague tense beside me. "And what happens after we leave?" he asks carefully. "What's to stop you from warning them?"
"My sweet summer child," Raven drawls, "if I wanted to warn them, they'd already know you were here. No, I much prefer watching the chaos unfold from a safe distance." He glances at his wrist, checking an elaborate gold watch. "Speaking of which, you might want to hurry. Monty tends to... finish his business rather quickly, if you catch my meaning."
Thane's jaw clenches, but he nods curtly. "Let's move," he says to us, already steering our group toward the spiral staircase leading to the upper levels.
"Oh, and one more thing," Raven calls after us. When we turn back, his expression has lost some of its playful edge. "Do try not to kill too many of my employees, won't you? Good help is so hard to find these days."
I catch one last glimpse of him as we move away. He's already heading back to his private room, where the alpha and omega wait for him on their plush cushions.
Just another night of debauchery for him.
But for us, everything hangs in the balance.
As we climb the stairs, I can't shake the feeling that we're walking into something bigger than any of us realized. But there's no turning back now.
It's time to catch ourselves a Council member.
Chapter
Thirty-Three
WRAITH
Everything hurts my nose.
Sweet fake scents.
Burning my nostrils.
Can't smell Ivy.
Can't smell anything real.
Just fake sweetness.
Like rotting candy.
Makes my head spin.
Keep close to her.
Have to protect her.
The club pulses around us.
Too many lights.
Too many sounds.
Too many bodies.
Press closer to Ivy.
Shield her small frame with my bulk.
Keep her safe.