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Gambit: Kit needs that leg surgery because of me. We were out together when someone attacked me because of what I am.
I froze, staring at that reply, heart sinking in my chest. Omega or gold pack? Or perhaps both in a place like this.
Gambit: We’ve never had anything but betas in the family. We weren’t prepared for what happened.
I stared for another age, but he sent nothing else. I tucked my phone in my pocket and started the car. When I got home, and had thought about it, I typed out another reply.
Me: I said I could help you get sorted. That didn’t help you at all. Why did you ask me for this?
I’d looked at the text for too long, but then deleted it without sending it. I stormed up to my room, mind spiralling like it never had before.
Somehow, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I felt like ants were crawling beneath my skin, making it impossible to sit still.
I pulled out the picture Petal had given me and placed it on the bed beside the picture of Vex and the open omega studies books. I stared down at them.
Something was wrong with me. I was shaking.
I crossed to my nightstand, a tremor in my hands as I picked up the trophy Vex had smashed. There was nothing left of it but the base and inscription on the plate.
‘Enora Harrison, Radiant Aura Award, 1993’
My grandmother’s. It was her fault I was here at all. That all of this had happened. I set the trophy down next to the two pictures, and finally my heart settled, if only a little.
Acting is not what it used to be. You were raised better, and if your grandmother keeps filling your head with shit about following your dreams, then you won’t be seeing her any longer.
This was it.Thesethings before me, they were what was wrong.
My gran had ruined me, Vex hated me—even when I hadeverythingand she hadnothing, and Gambit was a fucking prick for setting me up like that.
I grabbed Petal’s picture. Vex had already broken the trophy—done the job for me. Finally, I could put my finger on what I was feeling.
I was… I was so angry. I was angry, and these—these stupid fucking things.
Theywere what was wrong.
My tremor got worse as I looked down at the picture. I’d lied to Petal. Had told her it was good. Only, I couldn’t tear it. I couldn’t move.
Furious, I found myself screaming at the stupid picture that I’d lied about.“How does that help, if she wants to get better?”Still, my hands shook as I tried to rip it.“It fucking won’t!”
Anger blitzed through my system, trapped, unable to go anywhere, and I still couldn’t move. My eyes fell on the picture of Vex, smiling. She shouldn’tbesmiling.
It was a lie.
It had to be a lie.
She hadnothing.
It felt like my chest was caving in.
Whydid it feel like my chest was caving in?
Only, I’d moved without realising, dropping the picture on the bed, and instead reaching my trophy cabinet. I had my own Diamond Tides award in my hands, and finally, fuckingfinallyit felt like I could move.
None of this was my problem.
None of it.
It wasn’t my fault I’d scent matched to Vex or that I wasn’t good enough for her. I hadn’t signed up for that dinner—for seeing their fake fucking happiness in their house that was falling apart.
