Page 130 of The Omega's Bloodlinem: Part Two

She was asking a hell of a lot when I wanted to smack her head on the wall like a fucking coconut. “Are you going to answer me?”

“Caden connected me to a witch being drained. There’s only so many options in that case.”

“You didn’t have to bond him.”

“I was trying to prevent exactly what happened.”

“And me? Was I just collateral damage?”

I craved seeing an ounce of remorse in her eyes, but there was none. “Yes. You were an attempt that failed.”

“So you never loved me? You were just using me?”

Rachel sighed. “Seth, don’t be a child.”

“Iwasa fucking child,” I hissed. “Barely an adult by human standards, and certainly not one in the eyes of our communities.”

She didn’t acknowledge that, turning on her heel only to run into the other witches in the doorway.

“Uh, hey, Heather,” the blue-haired witch said nervously. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing that’s your business, Kyoko.”

”Sounds like it might be our business.” Cecily crossed her arms, blocking the doorway.

Tell us, Sharla coaxed in my head.

Pretty sure she’ll kill me if I do that.

Sharla moved faster than any of us could blink, her palm meeting Rachel’s head, and Rachel meeting the floor a moment later.

“And now she won’t.”

Fucking hell. What a fun reminder of why witches had always made me so fucking nervous.

“What happened?” Kyoko asked. “She was pretty sparse on details and we just rolled with it because it sounded like an emergency. I mean, it was, obviously, but we all wanted to know what the deal was eventually.”

“I’m going to call the Council,” Cecily said. “Be right back.”

“Is the Council actually going to do something?” I asked.

“Her mom is the High Councilwoman,” replied Sharla. “So, it’s less calling the Council, and more calling Mommy, but it isveryeffective to hop the line. Oh, shit, I have to call Anya too. My cousin is so damn nosy.”

She sat down next to Rachel, keeping her fingertips pressed to Rachel’s forehead while she pulled out her phone, thumb zipping over the screen.

Logan groaned. “I can tell them.”

I dashed over, helping her sit up. “You need to rest.”

My mate shook her head. “No. They need to know. Everyone does.”

Great. Couldn’t wait to spill my deep, dark secrets to a bunch of strangers.

Loved that for me.

My brain felt like a bowl of soup sloshing around in my skull, and my body wasn’t much better. The sensation reminded me of those baking videos where they iced cupcakes with a piping bag until not an ounce of icing remained, only a crumpled, pathetic tube. At this point it felt like I was held together by duct tape and foreign magic, which probably wasn’t far off.

“I don’t know everything, but Seth can fill in the gaps.”

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