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She was curled beneath her duvet, unable to contain her sobs.
“What did you do?” Umbra asked, looking hurt.
“I…” My eyes fell on her desk, where the letter I’d tucked under her door was sitting, opened.
Okay.
So she’d got the gift.
And now she was wailing.
“Shatter…” I raised my voice, and her sobbing cut off.
“I said I’mfine.” Her voice was far too high pitched.
Uh…
A beat passed, and then bundles of blankets were torn away aggressively as she sat up, staring at the both of us in her doorway.
I could see her lip quivering from here, and her golden eyes, free of contacts, were red-rimmed. She grasped at her hair, another sob catching in her throat. Then she stumbled from the bed and across the room, muttering something incomprehensible, expression devolving into something furious. She had me by the shirt with unexpected fierceness as she shoved me back a step. “You… c-can’t…” Her face was streaked with tears and snot as she grabbed the door and tried to slam it. I stuck my foot in it.
“We’re just checking you’re?—”
“You have toknock!” she wailed. She shoved it harder, and I was so taken aback that I removed my foot, letting it slam.
I looked at Umbra, but he just shrugged and lifted his hand, knocking firmly.
There was no response.
Umbra knocked again.
There was a low, incomprehensible sound from within. That was an invitation, right?
Sort of?
I cracked the door (again), peering in and doing it all over. Shatter was already back under her blankets.
“Can we come in?” Umbra asked, still looking a bit bewildered.
“I guess so.” A little of the brat entered her voice.
She couldn’treallyargue. I’d told her once classes started, we could enter. We just couldn’t touch her in here unless she broke the rules.
“Why did we have to knock?” I asked curiously as I headed to the ensuite and grabbed the unopened box of tissues. I had expected her to tell us to get fucked entirely.
“Because everything has to be perfect.” Her voice was still muffled, and she remained a nondescript blob of duvet.
I tossed the tissue box to Umbra and sat down in her office chair, peering at the remaining untouched stack of files that had been in the envelope.
“Ransom…” She sounded choked again. “R-Ransom g-got me a registration c-card.”
“What?” Umbra sounded surprised.“Ransom?”he mouthed at me, but I just mimed slicing my throat with my hand. He’d known we were getting registration stuff sorted for her, but I hadn’t caught him up on my delivery methods—or lies. But there was no way she’d accept this easily.
Finally, the duvet pulled down just enough that her head poked out. “A card like… what real omegas have.”
I contained my snort.Realomegas? She was more real than any omega I’d ever met. Whether she was registered with the Institute or not, that didn’t change.
It offered her some stability, though, which is why I’d done it.
