Page 175 of Fallen Omega

I gently push her off me. “Fuck, Liz. Get dressed. We need to find Dante now. That’s Ghost. Ex-Unholy Trinity. Our enemy.”

Chapter

Thirty-Six

Reaper

“…and that’s what I think, you fucking asshole,” Knight snaps.

I walk into the joint five days later, take one look, and light a cigarette.

This scene is one for the books. I usually run through most things in my head, all the scenarios, but Dante on the floor of the main office downstairs, with Knight standing over him, breathing like he’s just discovered oxygen isn’t one of those in my mental roll.

Not even once has it played out in the internal scenario playbook.

Probably because it’s rare for Dante to get blindsided.

Even rarer that he’s staying down. Not fighting back.

Dante allowed this.

Interesting.

I take a drag on my cigarette and catch sight of the cause of this little act of defiance and violence.

Pretty fucking Liz.

Her hair’s damp, and her cheeks are pink from both waterand shock, and she’s in jeans and a sweater and her feet are bare.

We make eye contact right as Dante speaks.

“One. You got one shot. And that’s only because I fucking let you. That shot? The one you took? It’s done and fucking dusted now. So cut the dramatics and keep your fucking holy thoughts to yourself.” He rubs his chin and shakes his head. “We’re the Unholy Trinity, notHoly. Fuck.”

I wait as she drifts over to me. “It’s my fault,” she whispers.

“Everything’s your fault,” snarls Dante, and she flinches. Then he takes the clearly begrudging hand offered by Knight, and lets the kid haul him up.

Me?

I wouldn’t give any chances to a punk ass kid like Knight.

What there would be is blood.

But that’s me.

They exchange a look. Then Dante takes one step toward us. Toward her.

“Everything’s your fault,” Dante repeats. “Except that. I am sorry, Angel. Like I said at the time. It was that or get caught and risk the Council…”

Liz’s cheeks flare red. “I’m fine.”

Knight—fucking Knight—growls.

“No, you’re not. He fucking—” Knight stops, shakes his head. “Not cool, man. Totally not fucking cool.”

Now Dante turns to him, grabs his shirt, and walks him back, slamming Knight against the wall. The man’s out of patience, and Knight’s lucky he’s a member of the Trinity, one of us, otherwise…

The Trinity would be looking for a new member.

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