Page 23 of Shattered Omega

Besides, if I was gone too long, Roxy would think something was up… Right? Would she come looking for me? Or get Dusk.

I was only a few classrooms down…

“Sit,” he said.

“I’m okay like this,” I said, forcing my voice steady.

His hand closed on my shoulder, and I glanced about shakily, caving and sitting down.

I needed my pack.

What was going on? And what was in that folder? Was it to do with what was in the safe?

“What do you want?” I asked.

He opened the folder as he sat on the desk before me, now far too close for comfort. Despite the natural burned wood edge to his scent, it was like a blanket of calm.

That, however, only set me on edge more. He wasn’t worried about having me in here—not even a little, but I was sure he knew I had a pack.

He shifted slightly, his blazer moving with him, and I saw the flash of silver at his belt.

A gun?

Why did he have a gun?

What if Dusk, Umbra, or Ransom came in here? Might they get hurt?

“I’m new around campus, a prospective member of the Lincoln pack,” he was saying. My eyes snapped to him, blood going cold as I fought to keep my expression straight as he watched me for a reaction.

“You’re… joining them?” I asked, voice dry.

“There’s a lot of politics to catch up on, and I always think it’s easier to get it from the source.” A strange smile flashed on his lips.

“Me?”

“They’re rather set on turning that bond from black to… something more pleasant,” he went on. “I’d be biting in after—no need to risk the scent match. But I’d say it’s very much in my interest to get clarity about the full picture.”

“I want to go back to class. Just tell me what you want so I can go.”

He didn’t answer for a long time, peering down at the papers he held. “Your scent is very curious,” he said, eyes far too scrutinising as they lifted to me.

I didn’t answer.

“Poison,” he went on. “But not the natural kind. I thought they were lying.” He set the sheet down. “But it’s rather fitting considering the bind you have your mates in.”

I glanced down at the piece of paper he’d added to the stack. “Uh…” I reached out, tilting the top piece just a bit toward me as I read it.

Shit.

It was all the details of my enrolment at Rookwood Academy. With a flood of relief, I realised it wasn’t the same one. I’d memorised every page back to front. There was one like it in Dusk’s, but it had outdated information—before he’d given me the Kingsman name. Not like this one. “What do you mean?” I asked, looking up at him, finally able to breathe now that I knew this paper wasn’t a threat.

“I never truly expected an omega’s scent to match a weapon of war.” He reached down and straightened the paper on the stack.

I chewed on my lip, still so tense with nerves. “You, uh… know what it is?” I asked, tearing my eyes back to him and trying to ignore that stack.

That top piece, though. It was my proof they hadn’t got into the vault.

It was really important.

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