Page 145 of Stolen Omega

“You … There’s no way you designed that thing. Are you serious?”

He laughs. “I actually pitched it to your management after I saw your hordes of fans were becoming kind of a problem.”

Oh my God. Is it just me, or is that insane?

“Wait. So, how long did you know I was Zoey?”

“You sound just like her when you sing,” he says, kind of ignoring the question.

“I was nine years old when I was kidnapped. You heard me sing when I was a child. There’s no way I sound the same as I did back then.”

He leans back against the door, holding it open with his hands behind his back.

“Your voice has matured, sure, but you sing exactly the same way.”

“And what way is that?” I ask, seriously curious.

He smiles. “It’s hard to describe it, and you’ll probably think I’m being sappy.”

I can’t imagine what he means. “Tell me anyway.”

“You have this warmth to your voice that feels like sunshine on my skin whenever you sing. I’ve never gotten that feeling from listening to anything before. You’re the only one who sounds like that.”

The way he says it, I can tell he’s not teasing me, and his words leave me speechless.

I can feel my skin flushing with heat as I move past him into the room, trying to come up with a response to his compliment that sounds like actual words.

“Well,” I start, “it’s what I love to do. I think when someone loves what they’re doing, it shows.”

He nods slowly. “That’s probably true.”

“That … Is that how you knew I was Zoey?”

He watches my face carefully before he nods again.

“It’s how I knew,” he says.

It feels like there’s more, but he’s being careful about how much information he gives me.

“That can’t be the only way you knew.”

“It was all I needed to be sure for myself. I started looking into Zelena’s life and uncovering more pieces of the puzzle until there was zero doubt in my mind that you were Zoey.”

“So, there’s real evidence that shows who I am?” I ask, hopeful.

He shakes his head, moving away from the door and letting it close. “There’s nothing concrete. The man who made you forget your past was careful. He had to be. He knew what he was doing was risky.”

“Then why did he do it?”

“You need to eat,” he tells me. “You haven’t eaten any real food in hours.”

He’s stonewalling me again, refusing to give me more information.

I’m about to protest about that when my stomach growls, loudly.

He gives me a look that’s all Alpha, before he moves past me to the fridge, and opens it.

“You need to eat. What do you want?” He starts pulling things out onto the counter.

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