Page 191 of Fallen Omega

In another universe, I could, I suppose, learn to tolerate these feelings that keep bursting up into life inside me. But I’m here, and I don’t have to.

“Leave it be, Knight.”

He mutters something, pushing his curls back from his face and I start to turn. But he comes around in front of me, shoving a tablet at me. I swat it away.

“Look.” Knight waves the tablet under my nose once more. “Look at that photo.”

“To make you stop, I will.” I snatch the device and my breath catches as I take in the photo.

It’s grainy, not from here, but I know Ghost. “Why are you showing me a photo from some bar in Chicago?”

“Not Ghost,” he says. “Who he’s with.”

I sigh, look again. “So?”

“Look.”

“I am.”

He’s with a woman. Gorgeous, long curling hair, wide smile and an almost wholesome look. Not really his type.

I hand the device back. “He got himself a girlfriend at some point?” Knight shoved it to me. “I’m not really sure why this is important.”

I start to give it back.

Knight pushes the tablet to me once more. “Fuck, you’re obtuse sometimes. Look at her. Now picture her in a suit.”

He flicks pages. It’s a Council website, showing all the people who work there.

I take the device, stopping on one of the pages.

And my vision wavers a moment.

The woman from the photo with Ghost. What the fuck is her name?

Susan?

Susan Pegg… No Pem…something.

Her name doesn’t matter. What matters is that she’s with fucking Ghost. And she’s not just Council. No. She’s liaison between the excommunicated and unregistered and the Council. She works here and in an area that includes Hover Valley. I look up. “Hover?—”

“Dante, not Hover fucking Valley, you dick. The woman, the Council woman? Gorgeous? Weak alpha? The one who came by. I think her name was Susan Pem or something. That’s her.”

“I get that. And she’s working with people in Hover.”

He rolls his eyes. “She’s Council, of course she does, but what we need to ask is why is she dressed to the fucking nines and out with Ghost?”

“She listed playing in the mud with criminals as a hobby on her CV?” I should have pegged her as somehow off when she came in.

To be in the Council and with Ghost—the photo fucking screams with Ghost—she would have known who we all are in regards to darker history. Right? Ghost isn’t a talker, but he’s not someone who fucks Council, either. He’s up to something.

I want my hands on him and I want him dead.

Knight taps the screen with a finger. “I’ll bet you a million bucks Ghost’s doing thisSusan. And our problems, everything, is connected that way.”

“Yeah, okay.” I nod, and don’t dismiss it. “But why is she wanting Liz?”

My heart’s thudding dull and heavy as my stomach churns.

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