Page 35 of Fallen Omega

“Dante?”

“Yeah?”

“I locked the door. Here.” Darcy holds out the key and I take it, pocketing it.

“Go back to work. I’ll handle this.”

I return to Knight’s quarters.

He’s completely fucking still. And he’s staring at the computer screen in front of him.

“Just family photos on the hard drive. Cracked the tablet’s password, but it’s all up and up. No secret contents, and?—”

“Knight.” I say his name softly.

He nods slowly, my deadly note more than registering with him.

“What the fuck did you do? I’m going to assume it was you.”

“What do you mean, Dante?”

I take a breath. “Jesus. You knew,” I say, “we couldn’t have an omega here. It’s dangerous. To us. She’s a virgin. How could you be so stupid?”

“It might take a while to go through everything again, and?—”

I grab Knight, hauling him up, and into the wall. “Got something to say? If so, I suggest you do it now.”

The slide of his gaze gives him away, even as he says, “No.”

“Bullshit.”

“Dante—”

“Congratulations,” I say. “The omega isn’t going anywhere. Do you know why?”

“I might.” Knight pulls free. “Fuck.”

“I hope not. I hope to hell you didn’t manage to somehow fuck her, too.”

“Dante, listen.”

“You bit her. Marked her. Know what that means? She’s not going anywhere until we can work out what the fuck to do.”

Chapter

Eight

Reaper

Idon’t like to think about the past. It’s pointless. Mine is full of murder. Pain. Destruction.

And Dante.

He knows me. Understands. Trusts. Never mistakes a thing about me or my intentions. Better, he knows my skills, my loyalty. My ways.

Others, like Knight, who tried to talk about the past when we first met, think I’m stupid. Because I’m not a talker. But that’s their problem. Not mine.

I thrive on being underestimated. It opens doors. Makes a man my size with my face slide into invisibility.

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