Page 205 of Fallen Omega

And I admire it. I pay that much attention to detail on my kills. Just in a different way.

Griffin’s a cocky little bastard, so I keep my praise to myself. I just smoke my cigarette and go back to silence as he talks.

As each word falls, he gets more and more excited about it all.

Dante slowly puts down the gun and takes the computer and we go over it, everything that the smug genius Knight put together in minutes. Once he got the right trail to sniff along.

“Now what?” Knight says, looking at us both.

But it’s clear what we need to do.

We just have to be in agreement. Because once we do it, we can’t reverse it.

I take a final drag on the cigarette and put it out.

“Now we make a decision. The three of us,” I say. “And then she has to agree. More, she needs to understand what it means.”

“Staying,” Dante mutters.

“If she doesn’t want to stay?” Knight asks, anxious.

He doesn’t look at Dante, he doesn’t need to. It’s obvious Knight means because of him.

“That’s her decision,” Dante says. “She needs to be sure.”

“We need to be sure, too. And now.”

“I’ve been sure since day one, Reap.” Knight takes his computer.

“Well?” I ask, turning to Dante. “I’m in.”

“It’s up to you, Dante,” says Knight. “This can’t be majority. It has to be unanimous.” He looks at me. “Along with the other stuff.”

Dante finally nods. “We do this.”

It takes two days for her to heal, with us all visiting. I know because I catch Dante curled around her early hours of that morning.

I don’t say anything to him. But while she looks worse for wear that afternoon, we’re cutting it close, as the Council wants a meeting with Dante in a few days.

Liz doesn’t heal like Dante or me or even Knight. But she’s omega, so she’s faster than a gamma or delta. She still looks rough. Gorgeous, but you can see what she’s been through, she healed inside.

Heart. Mind. Psyche.

As Knight takes her through things, she frowns. “I don’t…”

“Keep reading,” Knight says.

Liz stares at what we’re showing her. “No.”

“It’s true.” I move closer. “Your mother’s alive.”

She shakes her hair and the air is filled with a rage born from lament. “No, she’s dead, she…how could she leave Dad?”

“Leave you?” Dante clarified. “Very fucking easily. People are the worst.”

“Not you, though, Liz. You’re the best of us all.” Knight touches her hand.

But she sucks in a breath. “She’s dead.” Then her mouth sets. “Dead.”

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