Page 32 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

I couldn’t have another conversation like I had with Flynn. Not again, not when I hadn’t told Roxy. And—dammit. I hadn’t. I’d been distracted by the eyes, and then the scent-marked clothing. She still didn’t know.

“I… I should go.” I was determined to push past him no matter how good he smelled.

“Shatter. Please, would you give me a minute?—”

“I can’t.” I edged by him and into the hallway, but he followed me.

Fuck. His scent was everywhere, and I was confused enough as it was.

“Five minutes, no more,” he said as he reached the stairwell on the second floor. “You are very hard to get alone.”

I glanced up at him in surprise, halting for a moment. “We…” I trailed off, averting my gaze to the floor as a pretty red-haired beta woman passed us.

I hoped she didn’t notice who we were.

“We shouldn’t be seen together,” I told him, stepping toward the next flight of stairs.

He held out a hand to stop me, eyebrow raised, then stepped toward a door nearby, opening it.

“There. No one will see us.”

I glanced inside to see a small closet, then I checked the hall. It was empty now.

“Look,” I whispered. “I really can’t?—”

“I want to apologise,” he said, voice low.

That caught me off guard. “Apologise?”

“Five minutes. I’ll never live it down if I don’t make every effort to say this to you.”

I don’t know why we needed a closet for that. “I—oh—!” His fingers closed around my arm and he easily tugged me in before I could protest.

Shit.

It was just me and him, alone, crammed between dusty shelves and boxes of cleaning supplies. Passionfruit smelled so fresh and sweet, overpowering the sharp scent of cleaning supplies that it tangled with.

There was nothinghostilein his scent, though I wasn’t as in tune with it as I was with Dusk, Umbra, and Ransom’s.

He was handsome, that was impossible to ignore, even with that frown as he considered me carefully. He had thick dark brown eyebrows that were perfectly shaped and intense green eyes. His skin was pale in that porcelain way that Roxy’s was, and it did suit him.

I wasn’t comfortable, though, not the way I should be with my mates. Flynn said he hadn’t meant it, but Eric’s words in the library stuck with me, weighing me down whenever I was feeling most insecure.

“Flynn spoke to me,” Eric said, as if reading my thoughts. “It seems to have got around that I said a few unsavoury things about you.”

I took a breath, the torment echoing in my mind again.“...Doesn’t even own a hairbrush…”

I shoved the memory away. “He uh… he said you didn’t mean it…” My voice was weak.

“Actually, I believe he claimed I only said it because I was infatuated with you.”

“What?” My heart tripped over itself. “He… it wasn’t phrased quite like that…”

“Shame. Because it’s the truth.”

My lips parted in surprise but he continued before I could speak.

“I’ve been…” He cleared his throat. “I’ve been so angry since the ball.”

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