Page 176 of Fallen Omega

The kid’s lucky.

I know that look from Dante.

It’sthelook, the one from when we did anything to survive, before we had to part ways as our paths separated. Ihad things to do, things I wasn’t risking the only person I’d call a friend to accomplish. The only person who’d probably get killed for me.

Some missions need to be done alone.

That was one.

We can sometimes be very similar.

We’re extremely dangerous, just in our own way. He’s the yang to my yin.

It’s still there, this savage and dark version of him. Mine’s a cooler, deeper black where, when I reach it, emotion doesn’t exist.

Except maybe around this dark-eyed girl.

The one who looks and sees the me that Dante once saw.

Maybe she sees more. And I…I feel. With her, I feel. Deep.

It’s overwhelming.

Maybe that’s why she’s standing near me now, like I’m some fucked up savior.

I’m not.

At least, not so most would recognize. Or see.

I’m a killer.

And for her, triply so.

The black humor of the wordtriplyisn’t lost.

I still feel the fury, that dark, viscous and sickeningly violent fury that swamped me when I saw that man push her, threaten her.

I killed him.

I killed him because I needed to, because I wanted to, because no fuck who did that should be allowed another breath.

When he fucking touched her, passion boiled and spat. So the man died.

Here she is, choosing to fucking stand near me like I’m not a demon conjured from Hell.

I’m at the point where I can even say that if Dante did something to actually hurt her, deliberately, I’d kill him, too.And I’d never thought I’d get to that point, especially for an omega.

The way she’s looking at him, how she shifts, even now, reveals to me what happened. And how she blames herself for it.

The only crime I see here is from Dante who’s snarling blame at her.

Sometimes, he’s a real cunt.

“You had your chance,Griffin,” he says, using Knight’s real name. “Do not make me put you down. You know me.”

I blow out smoke.

“It’s my fault,” she whispers again.

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