Page 53 of Unhinged Omega

"No problem there," Reese mutters under his breath. "Maybe we should check the other units?"

"Those are full of explosives," I remind him. "I'm not giving her anything that might blow up."

"Fair point."

We continue searching in increasingly desperate silence. My mind keeps drifting back to the tower, to the image of her fucking herself with her fingers.

Did she file off those damn claws? If not, Mikey's rolling pin might not be that much worse. Or maybe she’s just a masochist. That would check out, actually.

I slam another crate shut, harder than necessary.

"You okay, boss?" Mikey asks carefully.

"I'm fine," I snarl. "This is a waste of fucking time. One of you go out and find something."

They exchange a look, like they're conjoined twins and I just suggested chopping them in half. To be fair, I'm pretty sure they share a single brain cell.

"Go together," I snap. "Just find something she can pleasure herself with that won't kill her. Go to the black market if you have to."

The closest one just so happens to be run by that asshole, Geo, so it's not like I can go myself unless I want to ignite a turfwar when I've already got a looming war with Surhiira and New Reinmich on my hands.

"You got it, boss," Reese says with a grave salute that would be more appropriate if I had sent him off on a suicide mission.

Then again, if Geo gets wind of who sent him, it might be.

Chapter

Thirteen

KNIGHT

moon song is different

sweeter now

stronger

makes blood sing beneath skin

want to climb

want to reach

want to touch

but walls are too smooth

too high

too far from her light

her song

her scent that fills air

like honey

like stars

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