Page 214 of Fallen Omega

They’d do the same, and they have.

And…it’s almost perfect.

Almost.

I look up.

Dante’s watching. No expression on his face. “Eight out of ten, Angel, for that performance.”

“You’re an ass.” I get to my feet, straighten my clothes.

Knight goes to say something, but Reaper moves past me and puts a hand on his shoulder, effectively restraining him.

“Tell me something new.”

Does Dante feel left out? Or is this his way of showing emotion? My gaze drops to his trousers. He’s hard. So maybe it’s both. And I can deal with his ways. Can’t I?

But maybe I deserve more.

I wobble. “I know Knight and Reaper love me, and I know that you marked me to save me. That everything you did with Candice—you did it for me. But is that it?”

“What do you mean, is that it? That sounds like a lot to me, Angel,” Dante says.

I take a shaking breath.

“The reason you haven’t saidit.”

He stays quiet.

“Am I just a thing to slake your lust and a project as a way to thank the man who helped you? My father?”

Dante’s gaze just holds mine and I can’t read his face.

“Is that what I am to you?” I lick my lips. “You know I love Knight, and I love Reaper. And you know I love you.”

Still he doesn’t speak.

“Do you love me?”

Not one word.

Even Knight stays silent, and half turns to look at Dante.

It hits me. Dante’s silent for a reason.

We both know, him and I, that I’ve committed the worst crime of all. Worse. I spoke it out loud.

I’ve fallen for him, too. He’s the final piece of the love puzzle.

For this to work, I’d need all of them. I’d need all of it. All of them like they’d get all of me.

I look at him, and he’s staring at me, like I’m the devil and not him, like I’m ripping his heart out and not the other way.

And I get it. Suddenly, horribly, I get it.

Everything Darcy said. All the things he’d said. He’s Dante, but he’s holding back.

He’s holding back the words.

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