Page 141 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

He flew off to manage the troops, and I turned, ready to follow when something caught my eye.

Instinctively I always glanced at the third floor, keeping an eye on my mate even if I couldn’t be there as much as I’d like.

This time there was movement that shouldn’t be there.

The previously boarded windows along the side of the building were generally dark and covered. I’d always assumed they were renovated over, nonexistent now.

A sliver of light filtered through a small crack in the covering. It was so low that anyone else might not have seen it. The human likely assumed we woudln’t either, underestimating our senses.

Movement again, like someone peeking through and backing away again, had me narrowing my eyes.

With anticipation buzzing in my veins, I flew to the roof and headed inside, taking the stairs a flight at a time to reach the third floor.

My memory was eidetic, photographic, and I pictured the exterior, comparing it to what I knew of the floor, realizing it didn’t add up.

How had I never noticed those windows were farther back than the interior I’d seen?

Even more startling. It ran well past Harlow’s, Drake’s, and the empty room on that wing.

What was hidden beyond that wall? Where was the entrance?

No matter how I replayed the layout in my mind, I couldn’t find a point of entry. There were no doors from the main hall, nor in the common room. That left the nurses’ station.

The moment I landed on that conclusion, I knew I had to be right. Where else would they hide it so the patients were unaware of its existence?

Fury flared in my mind. I’d heard the stories by now, knew what Vane did in the secret hallway they’d found Harlow locked away in.

Was he doing something similar right under our noses?

Thinking of him that close to my mate had my fury bubbling to new heights, my vision darkening around the edges as I stalked forward.

The nurse who watched this floor was in the room when I wrenched the door open, startling at the sight of me. She flinched as the door splintered against the cinderblock wall.

“Move!” I thundered, pointing toward the door. Her fear clouded the air and she didn’t hesitate to run from the room.

“No, you can’t go in there!” she protested in a hysterical screech that rivaled a wounded pterodactyl.

Apparently, she wasn’t terrified enough to run far.

What was she protecting?

“You don’t know what you’re doing!” she continued when I didn’t stop.

“Shut up, human,” I spit out as I glared around at the tiny workspace. The room was small enough my wings, though tucked close to my body, caused havoc as I spun, searching for the entrance.

I expected it to be hard, to have to tear the place apart, but Vane was arrogant and careless as usual. He was only human after all.

Right there on the floor in front of the bookshelf was a half circle carved into the floor. The cheap tile was marred, a dirty track proving that it was frequently used.

I cared little about the human’s belongings and ripped the first shelf straight from its brackets, revealing a sliver of a hallway in the process. I continued shoving shelves aside until the bookcase was in tatters and the room was destroyed.

The air blowing out of the hallway stunk of human and demon, meaning I was likely on the right track.

My mouth tipped into a smug smile, knowingIwas the one who’d get to kill my mate’s attacker.

As I tried to cross the threshold, I was met by an invisible wall. Anger had me slamming my fist into the space, causing pain to radiate through my body as if I’d hit a stone wall.

There was never a sigil created to keep a gargoyle out. The only one who could even do something of this sort would be...

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