Page 169 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

Harlow

Monday Morning

Third Floor Common Room

“Can we not fight?” I groaned, clutching my head. Drake barked out a laugh and it was purposefully louder than it ever had been.

He had no mercy for my hungover ass.

“We’re not the ones who decided to drink a bunch of whiskey last night.”

Monty let out a growl. “I thought you were against it.”

I looked up to talk to him but the oozing dark creature was not my demon.

It took three tries and three different figures to finally find him.

If they ever doubted I was crazy, this might have convinced them I was.

My brain was still off-line, and I couldn’t figure out what the hell he was talking about. This was too much for this early.

“Against what?” I asked.

“Alcohol,” he deadpanned. “Or did you forget your entire past?”

“Forgetting was exactly my intention, last night,” I shot back. “However, it had nothing to do with my past.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Hiro asked. Leave it to him to read between the lines. My head lolled to the side, and the moment I saw his concerned face, I knew I had to give him something.

It just might not be the truth.

“I’m just so overwhelmed,” I said. “There’s a lot going on.”

It was honestly the best I could give him right now without breaking down. Plus, what else was I going to say, that Hel would sacrifice me to the fucking portal?

Before we could say anything further a red-headed god was standing in the center of us.

“I have need of the humans,” he said imperiously, reaching out and placing a hand on both Hiro and me before we could object.

His plan was apparently to snag us before Monty, Kol, and Drake could freak out. Nice try. I knew damn well that they’d both be panicking until we returned.

We dropped in the middle of a library of sorts.

My jaw hit the floor as I took in the expansive room. It expanded in both directions but I couldn't see the end or the ceiling as the bookshelves towered above us as far as the eye could see.

Rows of shelves were lined with more books than should be possible. The leather and worn spines stood out against the bright white walls and stone interior.

The entire library was filled with the scent of old books, leather, and coffee.

I didn’t know what heaven smelled like until this exact moment.

“Holy shit,” Hiro breathed out as he clutched my hand. “This is amazing.”

“Welcome to the library of the gods,” Loki said, waving his hands like he was showing us something he’d created himself. “Or the Eternal Library if you prefer.”

“Why are we here?” I questioned.

My headache was gone and my mind felt more clear than ever before. It was like he’d cured my hangover.

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