Page 182 of Knot Their Omega

“BLAIR VESPER FOR THE WIN!”

“BLOOMING UNITE! BLOOMING UNITE!”

The crowd is losing their shit as I turn my head to look into Astraea’s eyes.

“No more hiding,” I whisper.

“No more running away,” she vows.

I squeeze her hand and give her one more kiss before she’s encouraged to head to the side of the stage as Kenji goes wild on the drums, preparing for the explosive start of our new album.

“LET’S SING! LET’S DANCE! LET THE WORLD HEAR US ROAR!”

I knew this was a night I was never going to forget.

You Were Always Destined To Fall

~ASTRAEA~

“My phone won’t stop blowing up,” I whine as I work on opening the sealed package. I’m grateful my mom isn’t here right now, giving me the perfect chance to get the package that was delivered and be on my way. “I didn’t realize revealing I’m Omega would make Blair Vesper a hit sensation.”

“Number one trending topic everywhere,” Icarus acknowledges. “Not to mention you have our album hitting platinum in forty-eight hours.”

“That was all you guys,” I dismiss with glee while peeling at the tape so the envelope will finally open. The flap part is one of those sticky ones—a nuisance, in my opinion, because it’s such a pain to open up. “I was just there for support.”

“Yeah, right,” I overhear Kenji call out from the background.

“Her support must be why we’re being nominated left and right while she’s gained Grammy and Oscar nominations overnight,” I hear Kai state sarcastically.

“I didn’t know my company submitted Vesper for consideration. It went viral overnight, and boom, I’m getting allthese nominations and invites. Heck, they want us to attend the Met Gala!”

“Oh, shit,” Icarus curses. “Wait, seriously?”

“Yup,” I reveal, hearing the beep in the background, telling me I have yet another call trying to come through. “And another person trying to call me.”

“We need to get her another phone,” Nathaníel complains. “Rebel. Where are you, anyway?”

“Already shipping to us,” Icarus reveals. “Should arrive today.”

“You got me a phone?” I gasp. “B-B-But this one is only a month and a bit old! I don’t need another one.”

“At this rate, she’s gonna need four,” Kenji teases. “Two for only us, one for work, and the other for fan shit.”

“Why two for you guys?” I ask.

“We can’t have you expecting all four of us to share one line with you,” Kenji notes. “Icarus and Nathaníel are selfish assholes. They need to fight for one line.”

“Why do we have to share?” Icarus grunts.

“This douche is going to fight me whenever I want to talk to Rebel. Look at today. I’m here, injured, with a potential concussion because of him.”

“Concussion?!” I gasp. “Icarus!”

“He couldn’t handle a tiny push,” Icarus dismisses. “His fault he hasn’t been in the gym for a hot minute.”

“Hot minute, my ass!” Nathaníel whines. “I’m a runner! Not a fucking boxer champion maniac like someone.”

“Admit you lost,” Icarus concludes. “And we need three phones ‘cause I’m not sharing shit with him.”

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