Chapter 7
In the cafeteria, Grant accepted the ice pack from the silver-haired omega caretaker. “Thank you, um…I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.”
The man’s eyes brightened, and a faint blush colored his cheeks. “Jonas, sir. I’m happy to help any way I can.” He held out a small bag. “Candles and matches in case we lose power later.”
Grant took the bag and dropped it into his jacket pocket. “Very thoughtful of you, Jonas.” If the man was that pleased to be of service to an alpha, Grant would let him. “There is something else you could do. Have one of the guards go to my car, retrieve my gym bag, and bring it to my room.” He handed his car keys to the omega. Wanting to avoid any more confrontations, he pulled out the ID badge of the guard who’d attacked Rafael and held it up. “Ask anyone
