Book 3: Not a Good Idea

Mark

All day, I’ve been tortured by the idea that Emily wants to see me in her room tonight, and I don’t want to go.

I know it’s my best chance at getting the information we need regarding Gene’s plans for Rose, but even the thought of putting a bag over Emily’s head and doing her makes me sick to my stomach.

I just don’t think I can do it.

Around 9:00, I get dressed in my pajamas and put on my silk bathrobe over them. I hope I don’t run into anyone as I make my way down the hallway. I haven’t told the other Alphas my plans at all because I didn’t want to try and explain my thinking, but now, I wish I would’ve said something to them.

I wish I would’ve sought their advice….

But then… I probably would’ve just gotten a bunch of jokes and wisecracks, and since my head was still hurting from having gotten hit in the skull with the basketball half a dozen times earlier in the day, I really wasn’t in the mood to discuss anything that mig