Page 88 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

The light was on inside, though I didn’t see any movement. A lot of the library seemed quiet.

That was right. It wasn’t just me that the library had to leave.

Even the front desk was missing its usual library assistantwhowatched students come and go. Nowtheonly people who sat there were students themselves on work-study, getting homework done behind a giant pile of books that looked like they needed tobe checkedback in.

“You okay?” Liam asked.

I dipped my head as I turned towards the stairs that led down to the bottom basement floor.

I quicklymade my way downthe stairs, knowing just how many I needed to go before I reached the bottom. There was silence and maybe a hint of a pagebeing flippedfrom somewhere else down here, but luckily, it didn’t look like anyone had come to commander the workspace I had made for myself yet.

“You worked right here?” Liam asked, looking around the slightly dark and damp space.

I smiled. Oh, my pen I thought I lost!

I tucked the pen into my pocket as Liam stared at me like I was losing my marbles by how much I was smiling. No, I didn’t love my job or anything, but it felt niceifonly for amomentto breathe in the slight mildew smell and feel like I was right back at home again.

Even if it wasn’t where I belonged.

I still wasn’t sure where that was.

“Right here. Now Ijusthave to find where I filed everything,” I said, sorting through the documents still on my table andthroughthe file boxes I had placed around me for the easy rehoming post-alumni project.

Only, nowluckily, I never had the time to rehouse them back into the archive’s shelves.

I sorted through one box before moving on to the next, trying not to disrupt anything inside.

I noticed Liam glance down at his watch.

“Somewhere to be?”

“Someone else you’d like to take lip with?” Liam asked, a daring glow in his eyes.

Heat immediately pulsed down in my stomach.

His smirk fell. “Hold it together until we get out of here if you can.”

“I can’t always help it.”That Iwas finding out more than ever since I started living with them. My mini-practice heats seemed to come on when I least expected them, but luckilytheyhadn’t been as intense as the first I had before.

I overheard Demetri talking about how it was a good thing. My body was regulated by being around them. Bybeing taken care of.

Huffing, I shuffled onto the next box cursing just how many successful assholes Prestford University housed at some point or another before my eyes caught on the edge of a paper my fingers skimmed over before pulling it out?—

I paused on a name. Staring at it, I read it and then reread it.

Davinson.

My heart pounded in my chest.

At Prestford? That didn’t make sense. Prestford was states away–

“Are you okay?” I snapped my attention away.

Liam was looking at me with something akin to concern. At some point, he must’ve started to try and look through another box on his ownthoughhis brow ceased with confusion over the organizational pattern.

“Found it.”

I stared down at the paper. I didn’t want to believe it yet, even if I knew somehow in my heartof heartsthat it was true. It couldn’t have been the same. Yet it was.

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