Page 4 of Shattered Omega

This was how it was going to be. I could end it fast, and he would recover quickly enough.

I could feel the person I'd become over years of sickness now falling away, a weakness drowning in what lay beneath.

And beneath was darkness.

That was the person Shatter needed now.

But before I moved, the air changed, the scent of poisoned petals sweeping in like a tide, and my gaze snapped to the door.

“Shatter?”

My omega.

My… my stolen mate.

Why was she here?

In nothing but an oversized black T-shirt and socks that revealed the smooth tawny skin of her bare legs. She must have walked like that from Roxy’s apartment—ran, if the heavy heaving of her chest was an indicator. Her honey hair was up in a messy bun, the redness of her eyes was visible even from here in the dim light from the hallway. Distress from what had happened—from the ruin of this very room.

“What’s happening?” Her voice was quiet, but I heard the quake in it. Her golden eyes flickered between us.

She was as bright as the day I’d first met her, a blinding star.

My shadows waned, and I tensed, trying for a moment to claw them back.

“Nothing,” I told her.

She had to go back to Ransom where she was safe.

Well… Not dressed like that. Absolutely not.

“What are you doing?” she pushed.

“It’s… between me and Dusk.”

“I don’t…” She swallowed, brows bunching. “I don’t think it is.” I saw the way she bit her lip to try and stop it from trembling.

No, no.

This was wrong.

She had been hurt enough tonight.

I couldn’t do this in front of her, could I? I tried to conjure all the conviction back, but she took a step, then paused, the sole of her foot in nothing but socks, touching the nest floor. I saw the shiver pass through her, like she was treading into a nightmare, but she barely hesitated.

Oh—“Wait!” I crossed to meet her. There were splinters of wood still scattered everywhere, and she would hurt her delicate little feet.

My mind wavered, tugged from darkness to light, and back again, and I barely noticed that by the time I’d drawn her up into my arms, my aura had vanished completely.

She cupped my cheeks, a frown still shadowing her face. “Tell me.”

My gaze found Dusk for a moment. He was watching me carefully as if he didn’t know what I was going to do.

I shut my eyes for a moment, inhaling her scent, and the calm that flooded in was like a drug. I stepped back to the bed and sank down onto it, holding her against me tightly, the tension in my body uncoiling.

TWO

SHATTER

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