Page 143 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

“I’d say she’s doing a damn good job of burning bridges,” Harlow deadpanned.

There was an undercurrent of worry there, and I hated this vile human was still plaguing her.

“What is she planning? This is a grievous betrayal,” I growled. “She’s turned on her own people. Her own guard.”

“She’s planning something, a seer gave her a vision, but she wouldn’t impart any of the knowledge to me,” Ivar told me. “She’s leading the rebellion. Or at least is helping them every step of the way.”

“What the fuck,” Drake bit out. “How do we get to him, then?”

“He can’t ward against humans, can he?” I asked.

Ivar let out a low snarl in warning and Drake cursed, both knowing what this meant.

“Hiro, come here!” Drake called out. The smaller human came in, eyes wide as he took in the damage I’d wreaked on the space. “Try to walk in for me.”

“Try?” Hiro asked, confused. But he walked anyway, passing the barrier without issue, confirming my suspicion. Humans held no connection to the supernatural and had no way to be warded.

“We’re blocked out,” Drake said, trying to walk through to show he couldn’t.

We were left with little choice. Something I protested with every fucking cell in my body. Putting her and the human in danger was not something I took lightly.

“That’s wild,” Hiro whispered, waving his hand in the air but coming up with nothing stopping him again. “What’s back here? I didn’t think there was any more to this floor.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “We can’t find out. But we think Vane is in there.”

The human paled and rushed out, almost knocking Drake over in the process. Drake grabbed him and squeezed him to his side, calming the freakout with a touch.

“Breathe, Hiro, I’ve got you,” he whispered in his ear, the human shivering and shoulders relaxing.

“What now?” Ivar asked, his voice defiant, as if challenging me to say the words out loud.

“We need those blueprints,” Drake said instead. “Let’s go.”

Ten minutes later, we had a workspace set up in the common room. Drake tapped away at his laptop before hitting a button. Something whirred to life behind the nurses’ station, and he went back, coming in with a stack of papers.

“I don’t know how we didn’t see this before, compare the fourth floor, the second floor, and this one.” He set them side by side and it was obvious what was wrong the moment I compared them.

“An entire wing is gone.”

“They blocked it off from the start,” he confirmed.

“I’d noticed the dark windows but thought the renovations simply overtook it,” I muttered, feeling stupid.

“I thought the same,” Drake said. “There’s no entrance. Or wasn’t.”

“What was here before our floor?” Harlow asked. “Was it open at one time?”

“It was patient rooms like it is now, and there were staff quarters on this side. I assumed they just closed it off with that wall,” Drake admitted as he pointed to the end of the hallway where it ended in a solid, cinderblock wall.

“They did, just in a shady way,” she countered with a sigh. “If only Hiro and I can go in, that means we have to be the ones to confront Vane.”

“No, absolutely fucking not,” Drake growled. “You are not going in there.”

“We have weapons and no choice,” she argued. Her fire was glorious. My mate was stronger than any human.

“I won’t allow it,” Monty said. His shadows were floating out around him as he fought, too.

“It’s far too dangerous. We can’t protect you in there. You could die and if Hel wants you this bad? That’s not a good thing for the world.”

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