Page 118 of Rest In Knotty Pieces

She drops off the counter, silent, graceful, and deadly.

I immediately bounce into her space. She kicks me in the chest.

I land heavily on the kitchen table, wheezing, as I try to get air in my lungs. She’s winded me so easily. She’s stronger than she looks.

“Aw, I like you,” I say when I can draw air into my lungs.

She doesn’t say anything but circles the table, maintaining eye contact with me. I get up, groaning dramatically.

“You’re beautiful, and that kick was just perfection. Bellisima.”

She curls her lip, glaring at me. “You are so annoying.”

I slide towards her, but she circles the table, her gaze dipping down, making sure my hands are empty.

“Don’t worry, my heart, I would never attack you.”

“I won’t hesitate.”

“Och, so cold. So glorious. Shall I call you my ice queen?”

Her gaze gets frigid, and I can truly see the ice queen in her. The absolutely deadly menace that radiates off her has me burning up.

I approach, and this time, I get close enough to slide my hand down her arm, she launches her elbow back. I spin to the side, and it just misses me, but I duck down, dragging my lips along her cheek before I get out of the way.

Her attack is sudden and violent.

She moves with skill, like she’s had years of practice, like she’s been trained. This personality doesn’t pull her punches; she puts all her energy into trying to hurt me. We go around and around the cabin, moving from room to room.

It takes every ounce of skill to evade her.

“So annoying,” she hisses.

“So beautiful,” I say with a massive grin, absolutely enamored.

She clicks her tongue and abruptly turns away, abandoning the fight. I scowl, that’s not acceptable.

I launch after her, shoving her into the wall. She responds by twisting free and trying to smash her fist into my pretty face.

We’re nose to nose, me straining to stop her from hurting me, her straining to break my nose, and I’m looking into eyes of the lightest gold, lips that are slightly pouty. They are the same features but held in a different way. Something about her that is so entirely different from everyone I’ve met before. The difference is as if she is someone else entirely. It’s not like Kestrel or even Jay.

I can’t even see this person as being like the others. She glows with a dark light, something wild and untamable. An aura that calls to me. She feels like mine, even her slightly darker scent, the twisted curling of the notes of the tonka beans and iris is so different on this omega.

In a way that Merle and Kestrel are not, this omega is mine. She’s like a mirror. Each alter in this body is a different connection.

I’ll never let her go.

She shoves me back, and I’m suddenly flying through space. I fall on my ass and stare up at her, surprised to find myself on the floor.

“Can I call you Rappy?”

Her scowl is blacker than ever. “Absolutely not.”

“Tore?”

“No!”

“Mine?”