Page 200 of Broken Omega

Then, I see the boxes of plain clothes at the bottom, and I breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank God!”

I crouch down and pick out a tank top that I put on immediately. I find a sweater next, and jeans, and finally sneakers. My underwear and socks must be in another box. I don’t really care. I just get dressed in the casual outfit and instantly I feel more relaxed.

“Wow,” Lana says. “This is kind of a lot of stuff.”

“Not really,” I tell her, as I look for the small suitcase I brought most of my stuff here in.

I find it and drag it forward, opening it and emptying the box of clothes into it. Ignoring the heels and the dresses on the rack, I open the next box and smile. My makeup kits are inside. I can fit the basic one inside my case. It’s a little bit of a squeeze, but I manage it.

The SFX case, I’ll have to carry.

I check the final box and find the silver bag I was using the night I escaped.

My phone is inside. It’s dead, and fuck knows where the charger is, but I found it so who cares?

I decide to keep the bag. I would have had it with me when I escaped if I’d had a choice.

Besides, this place owes me more than one dumb little designer purse.

“What about that box?” Lana points out a smaller box behind the one I just opened.

“I almost didn’t notice that one,” I murmur, as I open it.

Boxes of expensive jewelry are stacked up inside.

I shove them out of the way until I find the only box that’s mine.

My mom’s emerald necklace never fit in here, but neither did I.

“Can you help me with this?” I ask Lana.

She nods. “Maybe stay sitting down. You’re taller than me.”

I move my hair up out of the way as she takes the box out of my hands.

“Oh, wow,” she says. “This is gorgeous.”

She puts the box down by my side and places the necklace around my neck, closing the catch behind me.

“It’s the only thing my mom left me when she died.”

“It looks good on you.”

I get to my feet. “Okay, I’ve got everything. I should go wait for my mates, so they don’t worry when they get out of those meeting rooms.”

“Right.” Lana nods. “And I should check on a couple things before I leave since this place is my responsibility now.”

She picks up my suitcase by the handle, and I pick up my makeup kit.

“I’ll grab the door,” I tell her, since she has the heavier item.

I move past her quickly and pull the door open, only to find Donnie standing in front of it with his hand raised to knock. He gives me a quizzical look.

“You got changed.”

“Uh huh. That dress was a pain in the ass.”

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