Page 192 of Fallen Omega

I should’ve known. I should have read her. I can read people. Fuck.

“How did I miss this?”

But Knight shrugs. “We all did. I don’t know. Maybe that Candice Helmont wants her and this Susan—maybe she wants a promotion? She looks ambitious.”

“Brings me right back to Angel. What the fuck’s Liz got to do with it?” Exasperation starts creeping in because sure, Ghost might be doing this Susan or done her, but she’s lower down on the rungs of real power.

She was sent into our lair because she looks higher up. She’s pretty, but has some questionable taste in men, judging from the photo. She’s middle management, a no one. Some power but not enough. And unless Ghost’s in it for the longhaul of her reaching the upper levels, I don’t get what’s in it for him.

Love? I almost laugh.

“Short of kidnapping her, I’m betting Ghost knows.” Knight grins, getting cocky. “I know you’re going to ask how we get that from him. We do that by taking him. Right, Liz?”

I glance about and frown. “Angel isn’t here.” Christ, he loves her. Does love warp minds?

“She isn’t.” He glances, too, then shoots me a glare. “You probably scared her. But she’s strong. She’ll be here.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “And how do we take him?”

“We sent a message to this Susan, from Liz.”

I narrow my eyes. “How’s that going to work, exactly, Griffin?”

He flinches, just a little.

“Knight?” I prod.

“By offering her as bait.”

I grab him and the tablet clatters. “Are you fucking crazy?”

“Supervised.” He stares at me. “And it was her idea.”

“Are you fucking crazy and stupid?” I shake him.

Before he can answer, Julien speaks up. “Boss? We have a problem.”

Liz is outside, in the tiny alley, the one that’s seemingly a dead end. Unless you’re Reaper. Or Ghost. Or you know how to get in through the tunnel.

I run, bursting outside just as Ghost reaches for her. My fist connects with his face and he goes reeling.

Then he’s up, and coming at me, fists flying hard, fast, dirty. He knows where my weak spots are. And I know his.

He sends me spinning to the ground and I grab his leg,twisting it so he falls. I’m on him, landing blow after blow on him. I shake him. “Why the fuck are you after her? And the fucking Council?”

“You’re a fucking dinosaur,” he grunts. “Stuck in your ways. I have big plans?—”

I slam my fist into his face as he grabs me by the throat, he turns us, punches me.

“You always have big plans while only seeing a tiny part of the fucking picture. You’re a traitor. Always have been, always will. Right up until I end your fucking life.”

Ghost tries to choke me, but I knee him hard in the kidneys, right as I grab his head and give him the good old Glasgow kiss, cracking my head into his.

I shove him off me and go to grab my knife when he kicks me in the ribs, and I scuttle up to my feet. He does, too.

“Bring it on, fucker,” I say.

“You think in black and white. Never seeing the nuance.” He grins, laughing. “You’ll never understand. I’m going to destroy you, take what you covet and destroy you by destroying her.”

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