Muttering nonsense, Corday stroked her hair. “We’ll go inside, we’ll eat and you won’t get sick… I will stay so that you can sleep.”

He had to carry her and she let him, clinging to his neck as if he would disappear otherwise.

From a distance, Shepherd fought every instinct that told him to rush in and take her from the man comforting what was his. He hardly registered Jules’ hand gripping his forearm, the silent reminder to be still and measure the consequences. Because it was clear now his second-in-command was correct. Even if he dragged her back, she would not survive in this state.

Claire had lost the will to live.

Throughout the day, Shepherd observed her actions inside the reeking plant. Corday was correct in his assessment. The Omegas avoided her and Claire seemed utterly unconcerned as she kept to her corner, purposefully distancing herself. All but the old woman had turned on the very catalyst of their freedom.

Envisioning a long row of women swinging, their hanged corpses on display to any who would deny his mate, Shepherd measured each wary look they turned towards Claire, even hating the women who gently ignored the suffering, dark-haired girl.

They were all unworthy of her, every single one, just like this city of lies and evil.

The Beta did tend to her, made her eat and held back her hair twenty minutes later when it all came up. He fed her again, pressured the small thing to drink water, all the while holding her in his lap, chest to chest, her legs wrapped around his torso, as if she were a child or his lover. The second serving seemed to stay down and in minutes Claire was dead to the world, snoring on his shoulder.

It was impossible to hear the exchange between Nona French and the Enforcer, especially with the man’s lips pressed against Claire’s hair. Eventually the Beta lay down, and the old woman pulled the man’s long coat over the pair.

The dark arrived, Claire cried out in her sleep. When Corday’s horrified eyes looked up to find Nona’s sympathetic expression, Shepherd focused on the movement of the Enforcer’s mouth and watched his lips form the words.

“She just called for Shepherd.”

The absolutely crestfallen expression on the hated Enforcer’s face brought a curl to Shepherd’s own lips. The Beta might be the one holding her, but even damaged as the bond was, his Omega’s mind was full of thoughts of her rightful mate. A sign from the Gods, a reminder to them all, that Claire was his.

Claire woke less haggard. “I am feeling better. Thank you.”