Page 69 of Fallen Omega

Reaper nods, taking a sip of his rum. “And when we fix it?”

“Then we release her somewhere to make her own way. Far from Starlight City.”

Far from us.

Far from me.

Chapter

Fifteen

Reaper

Technically, I followed her home as Dante requested. I’ve been here thirty minutes, which is longer than it should take her to arrive by car. I don’t mind. It gives me time to check out her place again, inside and out.

Time to look for signs of others doing what I’m doing.

But I’m back out in the front, in the shadows, as the sleek car pulls up.

I’d like to say I don’t think anyone’s out there, watching her also, but there’s an unease that pricks and teases my spine, a sixth sense regarding other, hidden eyes.

Ghost?

He’s good enough.

Then again, he’s also like me. Good enough to be picked up on, good enough to be invisible.

After all, Ghost isn’t just a name he likes to call himself.

He can seemingly drift into places unseen and most ignore the niggle of another presence.

Ghost being here changes things on some level. It means he’s working for someone with an interest in her. He’s notinterested. If he was, he’d make an actual move on her. Not hide and lurk and wait.

The Council is a safe bet.

If it’s Ghost.

If anyone’s here at all.

The car door opens.

I go still.

Lizette Roth. Earthy and ethereal, the hum, buzz, and heat of blood making her special.

Julien didn’t drive. It’s another beta. Christopher. He works bodyguard jobs, guard jobs, low rent clandestine deals that have to be done without us. He’s even worked behind the bar on occasion and run errands.

He’s trusted. I amend that—all the pack’s trusted. He does his job well.

The man takes a bag with leafy greens spilling over the top into the building. Lizette follows. He’ll check and make sure her apartment is clean.

Smart move of Dante’s. Or smart of Dante to listen to Knight. The groceries are a simple, subtle touch that says so much. It opens the door of return. It’s care, in the shape of good, clean food.

Yeah, Knight over Dante. Knight had a fucked up life, too. But he had family.

We didn’t.

We were just kids of broken-down packs.

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