Heat Redacted – Helen Scott

Alfie asked, hovering over the paper like he wanted to bleed onto it. “Keep it technical,” Euan said, grabbing a pen. His hand was shaking, but he forced it steady. “State the parameters. Why we are leaving. Why she is safe.” He wrote quickly. Sharp, jagged architectural script. Euan’s pen scratched against the grid paper like a needle finding the groove in vinyl. He wasn’t writing poetry. He was writing a perimeter. “State the facts,” I murmured, leaning over his shoulder. I could smell the burnt-sugar panic coming off Alfie, who was hovering on Euan’s other side, vibrating like a plucked string.

“Don’t make it a manifesto.” “I am currently listing technical constraints,” Euan muttered, the pen moving in sharp, angry strokes. “1. Zero-proximity enforced. 2. Common areas vacated. 3. Exit route unobstructed.” “It’s too cold,” Alfie argued, reaching for the paper. “It reads like a parking ticket. Tell her… tell her not to be scared.” I caught Alfie’s wrist before he could smudge the ink. His pulse was thumping against my thumb, erratic, rabbit-fast. “If you tell her not to be scared, she’ll wonder why she should be.

You don’t tell someone the scaffolding is safe; you just don’t shake it.” Alfie slumped, letting me guide his hand back to his side. “I hate this. I hate leaving her back there alone thinking we’re monsters.” “She doesn’t think we’re monsters,” Cal said from the counter, dropping a tea bag into a mug with a soft plop. “She thinks you’re three blokes who just told her gravity works differently around you. Give her a minute to adjust her physics.” Euan finished writing and capped the pen.

He looked at the note, then at me. It was sparse. Clinical. We are moving to the front cab. The lounge is yours. The exit is yours. We wait on your signal. – The Band. “It’s proper,” I said, nodding. It wasn’t soft, but soft wasn’t what Zia needed right now. She needed solid ground.

“Cal, deliver it?” “With the tea,” Cal confirmed. He poured the water, Earl Grey, no milk, precise temperature.

Omega Stream Book Three Copyright © 2025 by Helen Scott and Zoey Shelby Cover Design © Zoey Shelby All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author, except for the brief use of quotations in a book review.

This book is intended for adults only. The sexual activities represented in this book are a work of fiction intended for adults. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously by the author. Any resemblance to actual places, events, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Epilogue Also by Helen Scott Acknowledgments About the Author Also By Zoey Shelby About the Author OceanofPDF.com ONE Zia The chat scrolled past in a purple blur while I adjusted levels for ChaosKitty97’s disaster stream.

Her audio peaked red every time she laughed, and the compressor wheezed like dying lungs. “Turn your gain down to about thirty percent,” I murmured into the mic, watching the waveforms smooth from jagged mountains to rolling hills. “There. Now your viewers’ ears won’t bleed.” “OMG thank you Z!! You’re literally saving my life!” The chat erupted. Face reveal when??

Show us the real foxgirl Why won’t you go on camera?? “My audio quality is my face reveal.” I pushed the noise-canceling cans down around my neck and scraped purple-black hair into a messy knot. The movement made my fox-tail tattoo flash at my wrist, the only part of me the internet would ever see.

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