Page 200 of Fallen Omega

I get up and move around the place methodically, collecting the casings, and find a bag and a heeled shoe. Inside the bag is an ID belonging to Susan Pemberton —interesting—but I make quick work of wiping down everything that we touched. Then I search the dead fuck’s pockets and strip him of his personal items.

When I’m done, I go to Liz, and help Knight get her up. I swing her up in my arms as he goes to call us a car. I can hear shouting from his phone and grin down into her hair.

I can’t help it.

Relief floods me, and holding her is like holding the essence of life itself.

“Dante’s losing his mind. I can hear him from here,” I tell her.

She holds me, her arms weak.

“You did something no one’s done. Made me lose my shit, Liz. Never, fucking never, get into trouble like this again. What were you thinking?”

“I wanted to save my alphas. I thought…thought the Council would destroy you. They were meant to be here. He—Jake—he told them where I was. H-He’s that guy’s son—Craig. He fed information to the Council, and Ghost… I guess…I guess Jake thought he would cause confusion and get his revenge on me. For rejecting him and for Knight and Julien beating him up.”

I kiss her forehead. She looks like she was beaten to a pulp. Fuck. In a way I wish she hadn’t killed him.

Because if life still sparked in him, I’d take absolute satisfaction of snuffing it out.

He fucking hurt her.

And if I’m feeling like this, what the fuck would Dante do if he lived?

However bad it might be, however cruel, twisted and long the torture, I know I’d be with him. Helping.

Fuck. Liz got hurt.

And there’s no one I can kill.

Thank Christ we heal fast.

“Car’s here in five.” Knight looks at us and I give her to him because he’s all puppy dog eyes for her.

And he’s the best at this. She needs the best. He holds her like she’s the most precious thing ever and I know how he feels.

And, as he holds her, soothes her, she passes out or falls asleep. All I know is there’s a contentment to her, one I don’t have.

Because now the rush of relief’s past, the unfinished tendrils are still there. The reason the Council’s interested in her hasn’t changed.

They want her, and it’s something we all have to face.

Knight shakes his head as we start to walk to where we can go for the car the moment it arrives. “Thank fuck we can go home now.”

I choose my words carefully. “This isn’t done.”

“Of course it is. Dead asshole one and two.” Then he pauses. “What do you mean it’s not done?”

“We need to work this out.” I take a breath. “The Council won’t stop.”

He doesn’t still, but his head rises. And whatever he’sabout to say, the platitudes or words of reassurance don’t form.

Instead, he takes me in. Nods.

“What did you find, Reap? I have some pieces, but?—”

“When we’re back,” I say, “look up Candy Enver.”

“That’s…” He doesn’t finish.

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