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But that thought is the exact reason he’s so dangerous.
Finn’s a trap.
All of them, traps.
I find Catherine’s business card halfway under the living room couch and call, praying Orion’s info is wrong.
“Catherine speaking.”
“It’s Lilah Darling. Was today’s schedule canceled?”
“Unfortunately. I’m so sorry for what happened, Lilah.” The words spill out in a rush, tight and so unlike her calm confidence yesterday. “We canceled today’s events as a precaution. Don’t worry. We’re rescheduling the ice cream social for tomorrow. And we’re working with the OCC to hire a more reliable private security contractor. They’ll make everything safe for you.”
“Which private security contractor?”
“Wyvern House.”
“Right.” Who could’ve possibly guessed.
“I promise,” she assures me, “We have such a great lineup of alphas waiting for you. One more day won’t hurt your prospects.”
I agree, because what the hell else can I do? “Call me if anything else changes.”
I am so boned.
And not in the good way.
I drown my frustration in a soup bowl full of maple syrup. Sitting with Orion and Finn is a brand new experience in being thrown omega dagger-eyes, but I forgive them a little because they take turns mounding my plate with hot French toast sticks.
Reminding myself I can’t get used to this treatment, I take Orion to the registrar. I pawn him off on a moon-eyed secretary and hang around just long enough to make sure he picks the classes he needs most.
I’m dying for a swim.
I need to do a thousand laps, replace these Wyvern scents with the burn of chlorine, and stay under ’til my whirling thoughts go dark.
“You’re not coming to class?” Orion asks when I start shadily edging out of the office. “I thought we’d have the day together.”
Just one class.
Then it’ll be just one kiss.
Just one eensy, weensy, itty bitty mating bite from his once-and-future pack leader.
It’s a slippery fucking slope covered in black ice and barbed-wire. “What class do you have first?”
“Omega physiology.”
“With Trainer Eleanor?”
“That one.”
I bite my cheek to keep from smiling. I’m not sitting in, but this will be priceless. “I’ll walk you.”
I can navigate the OCC’s halls in the dark. I know every escape route, every side door, and every cranny that’ll hold a balled-up omega girl gripping her shaking knees.
I’ve skulked these halls my whole life.
I’ve never strutted them.
