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“Take some time to think about what you want to do. We have plenty of room here.”
“Thank you, so much.”
“I need to ask a favor,” I tell her.
“You want me to tell the council witch what’s going on back where I came from,” she deduces.
“We can’t let Liam Mercer take Oscar. She can’t knowingly send an Omega to a place that isn’t safe for Omegas. Can you tell her what he said about coming here looking to capture Oscar?”
She nods. “I can tell her.”
It makes me feel a little better. It brings back some hope.
Now, all we can do is wait.
Chapter Sixty-Nine
Oscar
Everettinsistsonunpluggingthe jukebox before dinner arrives. There’s less than an hour left until my entire life is turned upside down, and all the cheeseburgers in the world couldn’t take the sting out of that. Everything was so perfect. I should have known it couldn’t last.
Leo eats his kid’s meal enthusiastically, before passing out on the couch next to his mom.
The rest of us take a little more time with our food. I make Noah move to give me space and then I make sure he knows how good everything tastes while he picks at a plain hamburger, clearly feeling guilty because he’s eating fast food. I don’t know why he can’t just enjoy it.
Then again, no one really seems psyched right now.
Rachel’s probably anxiously waiting for the chance to go home. Amanda left after joining Ivy and Vi’s bake-a-thon, once Cheryl realized she’d been here all day with nothing to do. She felt guilty and told them both they should go home to their mates. It’s been a long day, and Rachel seems a little tired, but she refused that offer after Amanda accepted and teleported home. She’s sitting next to Cheryl, while Everett stands near the window. He’s clearly not going to relax while we wait. Cheryl casts worried glances his way, when she’s not watching me with the same worry in her gaze.
Vi can feel the tension in the room as deeply as I can. Her mate keeps her calm, never letting go of her hand, but I get the feeling if ever she needed her anchor, it’s now. She stopped carrying that heavy book of fairy tales around a while back, but she looks like she’s missing it now.
I can’t blame her. I want my flask, but I ignore the urge to get up and go grab it from the kitchen.
It’s filled with water now. It’s not the same, and besides, I don’t want to leave here with a visible, obvious weakness.
I’m under no illusions about what’s going to happen when the witch gets here.
Cheryl seems to think Georgia will convince the witch I can’t go with that Alpha.
Everett seems to think he can challenge and defeat the Alpha to avoid losing me.
I’m not sure either of them will be successful. Even if they somehow are, everything has changed.
I killed someone. I don’t know how to deal with that. It’s not something I’m ever going to forget.
I’m not the same person I was before it happened.
That Oscar never would have killed someone.
This one did, and it hurts. I’m still torn up inside over it.
Seeing that past vision made it so much worse.
Watching myself do what I did…
I’ll never be able to erase that from my mind.
I leave the room to use the bathroom. I clean myself up, wash my hands and splash water on my face. I’m not ready to leave, but I never will be. This place is my home.
