Page 189 of Stolen Omega

It doesn’t matter. Not really. At least I don’t think it does, until we get to the lobby and Cameron looks up from where he’s kneeling by the couch next to Zoey, shock in his eyes when they land on me.

It has to be obvious what I was doing upstairs with his ex.

I didn’t know he was still here, and I feel like an asshole when he looks away as if he can barely stand the sight of me.

Zane lays Dale down on the couch across from Zoey.

I move over to where Archer is holding her hand.

She looks like she’s sleeping, but she’s shuddering and sweating.

Oh, God. She’s not okay. She’s sick.

My throat constricts as I gaze down at her helpless form.

Fear seizes me, making it hard to breathe.

Please wake up, Zey. We need you. We love you.

Cameron places a cold compress on her forehead.

“You’re safe,” Archer’s telling her. “We’re all here with you.”

I sit down beside Archer and put my hand on her shoulder.

She’s running hot, and she’s sweating like she has a fever.

Archer keeps talking to her, giving reassurances.

Cameron sighs. “I think we’re going to have to bring out the big guns.”

Archer looks at him. “You want me to use my command voice.”

“If she doesn’t wake up soon, she’s going to need medical aid, and considering someone made sure we’d all be trapped here for days—”

“There’s Wi-Fi,” Zane interjects. “We can make calls if we need to.”

He moves in beside Archer, going down to his knees.

“Let me try something.”

Archer frowns at him, but I can see from his eyes that he’s too worried about our mate to protest.

Whatever trick Zane has up his sleeve is worth a shot.

“Zoey. Zoey, it’s time to wake up,” he murmurs, before he starts to hum Dream a Little Dream of Me.

Archer doesn’t look impressed, but Cameron watches her face, and his expression tells me he sees something the rest of us don’t. He starts to hum along with Zane, joining in seamlessly.

Zoey’s lips move silently, and then her eyes open, and she sings along for a couple of bars as she sits up. She puts the cold compress down and looks around at us crowding her with a bemused expression on her face. “Um, what’s going on guys? Why was someone humming Dale’s Song?”

Zane smiles at her. “You’re in heat, Zoey. You passed out.”

“Oh. Oh, shit! I did. I was going to come get you once I realized, but I knew I wouldn’t make it.”

“That’s okay. You’re okay,” Zane tells her. “We’re here now.”

She smiles at him. “You’re not zip-tied! Does this mean you’re not under arrest?”

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