Page 173 of Fallen Omega

With that, I just fucking turn and stalk off.

“Baby? Liz?”

There’s a small whisper of sound, like a foot on the floor, and the only light is from my phone. I shine it on the intercom button. I press it and hold it down. “It’s me, Knight.”

“Knight?” Relief drenches her voice. “Where are you?”

“Outside. Are the lights on in there?”

She sighs softly, pressed up, I imagine, against the other side of the door. “Yes, but I can’t get out.”

The relief fades and fear’s a high note in her voice.

“You need to listen to me, okay?”

Silence spreads.

“The keypad my side won’t open it without you punching in a different code that only Dante has.”

“What do you mean?”

“That any code on this side needs a codeyourside for the door to open.”

“What? No!”

“Liz…”

She whimpers. Fuck, I went the wrong way there. “It’s okay. You can open it on your side. All you need is to put in the regular door code.”

“I don’t have one,” she snaps. “I’m sorry, I’m just…alone, scared, sore. I don’t…I don’t know what’s happening.”

Why the fuck is she sore? But one issue at a time. “You’re not alone. Look in the corner to the…right? There’s a vase with fake flowers.” This works as a temporary prison, too. But I keep that to myself. “See it?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Pick it up. There’s a barcode on it. The middle six numbers? Punch those in and then hit enter.”

I can hear her through the little intercom, the beep of numbers. And then…”

“Hit enter a second time.”

She does, the button beeping.

A few seconds later, the door hisses with the release of the lock, and I pull the heavy thing open, sweeping her in my arms. Since it’s closed off, private, I pull it shut with me inside with her, and she screams.

“No!”

“We’ve got the code, Liz. It’s all good, baby girl.”

And because I can, I kiss her into submission. Soon she’s clinging, kissing me back, and they’re the bone melting kind, the boner raising kind. Boner and bone melting with her are one and the same.

She tastes of worry and sweet Liz, of desperation and happiness.

Desperate from being alone and locked up.

Happy I’m here.

“Fuck, Liz, I love you.”

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