She left, yet her scent still lingers.
He can smell her on his clothes.
On his fucking skin.
And she doesnât just smell good, she smells like his.
She belonged to him the moment she lost her temper and vulnerability shined in her beautiful eyes, giving him a glimpse of her soul.
Now he needs to know everything about her.
Doctor Porter practically jumped at the chance to speak with him. Erik was open and honest as they spoke, offering portions of his life heâs never shared with the doctor. Of course, itâs all to get her to stay, but Porter doesnât need to know that.
âYouâre too smart to be here,â the doctor said to him, giving him back his books. âAnd somethingâs off about why youâre here. Thereâs more to it than you let on.â
He fought the urge to scoff. Of course, heâs not telling the truth.
Heâll never tell them the true reason he killed those men.
The burner phone Kean gave him weeks ago still has a little juice, and he switches it on once heâs back in his cell.
Thereâs just enough battery life to conduct some quick research.
Elizabeth Winters.
Twenty-four years old. Omega.
In moments, he finds all her public records.
Her electronic identity is bared to him, and heâs able to orchestrate just enough chaos that she doesnât leave.
And, just his luck, she has an electric car.
Unlucky for her, itâs easy to hack into one and render it useless.
Which is exactly what he does.
* * *
âSheâs agreed to work with you, as long as you continue to work with me.â Doctor Porter canât contain his excitement, and it shows on his face.
And for once, he genuinely smiles back. âSounds good.â
âSheâll be here tomorrow. Sheâs getting her car fixed today.â
It canât be fixed by today, he thinks.
The smile doesnât leave his face.
He canât fucking wait for tomorrow.