Page 194 of Broken Omega

“That’s so awesome!” I can’t believe they’d do something so smart.

“Really?” she asks, raising her eyebrows. “It’s not kind of messed up?”

“Lana, if anyone can set Goldcrest on the right track, it’s you. It’s a raise, right? You’ll be in charge?”

She beams back at me. “It is! Honestly, I could almost afford that Lexus on my own in like three months. I’m so fucking excited.”

“Congratulations!” I give her an impulsive hug that reminds me of my attraction to her.

It hasn’t vanished in the haze of meeting my true mates, it just feels a little bit less intense.

I guess my loneliness kind of latched onto her friendliness for a few years.

She doesn’t feel like a true mate, even if I’m still really attracted to her.

She’s blushing when I step back. “Thanks.”

“Thank you for helping my guys come and save me.”

“Oh, please,” she says. “You barely needed the help.”

“Well, I need it now,” I remind her. “This dress needs to be tossed in the nearest trashcan and preferably set on fire.”

She laughs. “Come on. Let’s find you some real clothes.”

DONNIE

By the fourth time I’ve been questioned by the fourth cop who’s spoken to me, I’m ready to shove my head in a blender. I repeated the same story of chasing Warren around the garden while who the hell knows what else was going on until the guards caught him and I heard the cops were on their way. It’s nowhere near as exciting as Frost’s story, from what little I did overhear, and Kellan was with him, so I guess he had a bit more fun than I did, too.

“Finally,” I utter as I’m told the cop has everything he needs.

I get up feeling like I’ve spent the last couple of hours circling around in a fishbowl, the other fish constantly forgetting what I’ve just told them. If I don’t need to speak another word today, I’ll be happy.

I head out of the room, finding River waiting against the wall outside.

“They aren’t out yet,” he tells me. “Brooke went to go get her stuff. Lana had the keys to the medical room where it apparently got taken.”

“I bet those two will really be getting roasted,” I mutter. “Did you have to keep repeating stuff, too?”

“A little. That’s why I didn’t say much. That last cop thinks I’m a stoner, I heard him uttering that under his breath.”

“Well, were you acting like a stoner?”

He shrugs. “Maybe. Kind of. Cops can’t stand stoners.”

I shake my head. “Why the hell didn’t I think of that?”

“You’re too honest?” he asks.

“Yeah, that’s probably it. Can you remember where Brooke said the medical rooms are?”

He nods. “You want to go find her?”

“I’ve missed her. Haven’t you?”

“Of course,” he says. “She was talking about getting changed when they left, so we’ll need to knock when we get there.”

I snort. “I’m not knocking. She’s our mate.”

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