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Simon approaches us and clears his throat. For the first time, he looks embarrassed. His cheeks are red, and he struggles to meet my eyes.
“Hazel.”
“Simon, I’m going in. No need to report on me.”
Simon flinches. “Sorry, Omega Waters, but they pay me.”
“I know, I know. I understand it. I just hate it. Be kind to my friend.” Hazel narrows her eyes and then turns. The white shirt looks adorable with her jean shorts and the wide black belt. I wonder what she would do for love.
“I've been instructed to ask you to please refrain from joining the events.” Simon says reluctantly when we’re alone. “They are for paying guests only.”
I flinch. “Yeah, guess I deserved that.” I peer up at Simon. Really getting a solid idea of the roadblock that’s in my way. “They aren’t going to let me speak to them, are they?”
He huffs and hesitates before shaking his head. “It would appear not.”
My heart aches. “I’ll wait, then.”
“For how long?”
“Four days. It’s all the time they will give me, isn’t it?” My chest aches so badly, I wonder if I will ever feel normal again. “I didn’t do this, Simon. I don’t know what happened, but I didn’t do any of this. I just wanted to make sure Silas and Dylan didn’t end up in prison. I wanted to protect them. Silver’s not worth it. I just…I don’t know what happened,” I say on a whisper.
“For what it’s worth, I'm really sorry, Nyx.” He seems genuine.
I swallow hard. “Thanks, Simon.” I turn and walk back into the resort. There are still three more inside I might be able to corner. I just need a tiny bit of luck.
My aimless travels take me all over the resort. The staff keep far away from me, and the guests pretend I'm not here. Hazel is kept so busy that she barely has time to get a word to me about our rescheduling plans.
So, it’s a surprise to me that during my midnight wanderings, I press the button for a lift and find Silas inside. Instinct tells me to back away. He’s angry. I can feel that much. I don’t need to be an omega to know that. But my heart begs me to be brave. I hesitate and then step inside, sending a prayer to whoever is watching.
My impulses grab me before I can think it through, and I slam my hand on the button of the lift. The emergency stop button. The lift jerks and stills.
There is only one sound over the rushing of my heartbeat in my ears.
Silas’ growls.
I turn to him and raise my eyebrows. Fake it, just fake it. You’ve done this at a hundred parties and functions. Force that smile, own that confidence, just talk. “It's customary when you break up with someone to do it to their face.” WHAT THE FUCK? Why would I say that? Why would that even come out of my mouth? I clap my hand to my mouth, but it’s too late. The words are out there.
He lets out another sound, but I can’t interpret what it is.
“Fine. It’s over. We’re done.” His words are ice cold, stark, emotionless.
His words cut straight through me, slicing through bone, muscle, and stabbing my heart. It takes me a moment to control my facial expressions. For some reason, at that moment, I think of my father.
“Just like that?” I choke out.
“Just like that,” Silas sneers.
I peer at him. “Who even are you? I thought I knew.”
“Oh, that’s rich, coming from you,” Silas snaps. He reaches for the buttons, but I jerk in front of him, and he withdraws. He could manhandle me out of the way, push me with one arm, but he simply retreats. “Get out of my fucking way, Beta!”
My mouth parts at the venom coming from his mouth. “Silas, I don’t know what’s going on here-”
“Nothing. It’s over. We had a deal, and it's done. Dylan has returned to us. There is nothing left between us. You aren’t from our world, and you’re…” he hesitates before he swallows hard, “you’re just a beta.”
I flinch away from him. Swallowing a couple of times. Those words take the fight out of me. I depress the emergency stop button, allowing our journey to continue.
To my dismay, he gets off on the same floor that I'm getting off on. The deep burgundy carpets are lit with dim lights, and directly opposite the lift is a painting of a woman sitting with an orange cat on her lap. She looks heartbroken, and I feel a flash of understanding before I look away. Her eyes stare at whoever gets off the lift.
