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He was right. Our home felt cold, like all the sunlight had been taken out of it. Theo hadn’t even stepped foot in his rage room, and his nightmares were back without the calming influence of Lavender.
“We need to give her time and she’ll come back to us. She knows we wouldn’t just leave her.”
“Does she?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. None of us had really let her know how we felt, how much we wanted her to stay with us.
Heck, we didn’t even know ifshewanted to stay with us.
“We can—” Gage’s phone buzzed, cutting off his words. With a huff he picked his phone up off the counter, stilling when he checked it.
“What is it?” I asked.
“We have a message from the Haven—but it’s not from Lavender.”
“Well ignore it, we aren’t interested in any omega other than Lavender.” Theo frowned.
“Who’s it from?” Archer asked.
“It’s from someone called Fawn,” Gage replied.
“That’s Lavender’s friend! She lives in the same dorm as Lavender, they’ve been friends for years.”
“Well what does her message say?!” I asked forcefully.
Gage turned the phone screen so we could all see it.
Fawn: What the fuck are YOU doing on here? I know who you are.
“What do I reply to that?” Gage asked, looking between us with a lost expression.
“She’s a good friend of Lavender’s—tell her the truth!” Archer insisted.
Taking a deep breath he started to type.
Rowe: We’re looking for Lavender and hoping she’ll see us.
Fawn: Are you legitimately on my roster or pulling some bullshit like before?
Rowe: 100% Legit. What happened wasn’t our choice. We need to talk to her. Please.
We went back and forth for several minutes, being very careful with our wording—we didn’t want to admit to anything criminal because these messages were likely recorded.
We sat around the kitchen, food forgotten while we waited for the final reply from Fawn.
Fawn: Fuck. Come in tomorrow. I’ll see you. You better be for real or I’ll stab you myself.
That was how we found ourselves in a meeting room at the Haven. Nerves ate at me as I paced the small room filled with armchairs, staring at the glass partition. On the other side was a drink cart, a comfortable looking armchair and a small coffee table.
Fawn had responded to us, but she had been prickly at first. It wasn't until we got onto a call with her and explained everything, who we were to Lavender—well maybe not everything, that could have easily led to our arrest and ruined all of our work to destroy our tarnished reputation.
“She’s late,” Theo grumbled, his foot bouncing nervously.
“She can be as late as she wants, we’ll wait,” I said.
It was twenty minutes later that we heard footsteps at the door behind the glass and two people walked through.
The first person I assumed to be Fawn, but the other was unmistakable. She had lost weight in the last two weeks, and she was far too pale with bags under her eyes but Lavender was unmistakable.
“Lavvy girl!” Archer jumped out of his armchair.
