Page 84 of Broken Omega

So whatever gruesome injury I plan to create will need to be outside of those normal hours.

Friday night sounds like a plan to me. Party bumping, and booze flowing.

My lips twitch at the thought of making a spectacle of myself.

Who hasn’t hurt themselves while intoxicated?

It’s the perfect storm of circumstance.

Plenty of people need to see it happen, to make it believable.

With no nurse on site, someone will have to call an ambulance.

I’ll be out of Goldcrest and gone from my old life forever.

All I need to do is twist those EMTs around my finger.

They’re already halfway there. The one who promised to come back for me will do whatever I ask. The other guy might be harder to crack, but I’ll figure him out.

I guess I’m getting ahead of myself. I need to concentrate on the wound first. I need to make it look good and gory. Something that might make the other Omegas faint when they see it.

A burn could work, or a deep, nasty cut.

I shake my makeup setting spray. I’m getting low on that essential, so I can’t use it on any practice cuts or burns. I haven’t ordered anything in the last six months, and everyone thinks my supplier is just for beauty products.

No one knows about my little hobby.

I take out a bowl and get ready to start mixing up silicone.

I smile as I think about the prosthetics I’m about to make. The molds I have are perfect for cuts and burns. I’ll make both and decide which to use later. I’ll need a good story to go along with the prosthetic. It’s got to be believable, and it needs to carry a sense of urgency.

I think I can manage that.

Anything to get me the hell out of here.

BROOKE

The new head of the school is a tight-faced, female Alpha named Edit Merritt. She arrives on Monday and wastes no time in asserting her dominance, leaving a sealed envelope on the kitchen table in my suite. I can tell she came here to deliver it herself, ensuring I know she has full access to my room and can enter whenever she pleases.

She’s in charge of the academy now, and I’d best not forget it.

I open the envelope. I know an invitation when I see one.

Thanks to my father, they come with an impending sense of dread.

This one asks me to meet Edith in her office at seven-thirty tomorrow morning.

And I thought my father was a psychopath.

Now I can tell the new head of Goldcrest is cut from the same cloth.

Sighing, I drop the invitation and I call the academy kitchen to place my dinner order.

I’ll have to eat soon so I can get to bed, and actually wake up in time for the ridiculously early meeting. The invitation doesn’t state what the appointment relates to, but I can guess.

She’ll have taken a cursory glance at our records and decided she wants to know why I’m still here.

My father must not have had the chance to speak to her yet.

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