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He can’t come for you.
In and out.
In and out.
“While I understand the predicament you find yourself in, I can’t take every case that graces my doorstep.” My voice is crisp as I continue to keep my eyes locked on the wall above their heads. All I can do is hope that my face remains free of emotion. “At this time, I can’t help you, but I wish you the best of luck.”
“This is fucking bullshit.” Ven jumps to his feet, and my eyes want to follow the movement.
An angry alpha is an unknown variable, but I’d rather take the chance with his anger than Fabian’s.
I keep my eyes locked on the wall as I feel Prescott stand behind me.
“Luna?” He lays his hand on my shoulder, and my breath stutters.
I can’t do this with him touching me like that.
I’mthisclose to breaking down in a room full of strangers—I can’t let that happen.
I shake off his hand and push to my feet. “I’m sorry to make you drive this far when I’m unable to take your case. It’s still early enough in the day that you should be able to make it back to town with no problems. I wouldn’t stick around Widows Peak any longer. We don’t take to strangers well.”
“You’re serious?” Mack’s quiet voice almost makes me flinch. “You’re really not going to help us?”
“I can’t—” I break off as my voice hitches and I straighten my shoulders. “I cannot help you with this case. I’m sorry.”
Knight sniffles. “Maybe I can offer myself up as a trade. I mean, an omega is an omega, right? It doesn’t really matter the gender.”
Everyone in the room stiffens, and my eyes fall to the redheaded man, who’s attempting to brush away his tears that keep falling.
“You’re an omega?” My voice is quiet as my eyes seek his.
He lifts his gaze to meet mine, a half-smile on his lips. “Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag.”
Well, fuck.
I drop into my chair, burying my face in my hands.
That changes things.
It shouldn’t, but it does.
Maybe.
If I send them away, then I won’t just be letting down one omega but two.
I’ve let so many omegas down with my inaction before, can I really let two more down now?
Can I send them away, knowing this?
Can I take the case knowing there’s a good chance Fabian will find out that not only am I alive, but I’m still in the States?
Can I face the man who took everything from me?
Who took Christian from me?
Fear and uncertainty have me frozen in indecision.
I don’t want to admit it, but I don’t know what to do.
