Page 39 of Omega Untamed
Kee’s personality was obviously based on moving all the time, pleasure, indulgence, filling the room with his charisma. He thrived on activity, not inertia. He focused on what made him feel good in the moment.
“The goal is to keep you hidden, to maintain your presence here as a secret,” I said.
“The curtains are closed. No one can see in,” he retorted.
I let out a deep breath. “I could hear the loud music from the parking lot.”
“So?”
“It brings attention to this apartment. To you.”
“What? Your neighbors? It’s none of their business.”
“It is if they call the cops.”
He bowed his head. “I wasn’tthatloud.”
“The fact is, I am never loud. They aren’t used to this noise coming from my apartment.”
He raised his head, his green eyes squinting as if he were deep in thought. “Like you can’t have a guest?”
He was right in that observation. Of course I could have guests. In the past two years I’d been around mostly to sleep. I didn’t know my neighbors and they did not know me. Still, I didn’t want to take any unnecessary chances.
“This is serious, Kee.” If anything happened to him, I didn’t know what I’d do.
“I know it is.”
“Just don’t do anything stupid. And keep those curtains closed.”
He stood in the middle of the living room in my short black robe, arms wrapped around his chest, and solemnly nodded.
Chapter Eleven
Kee
Keep the volume low. Keep the curtains closed. Don’t do anything stupid.
I couldn’t quite tell if Bast was worried or angry or both because he always wore that look on his face of utter distaste, as if he’d just eaten something sour and couldn’t wash the flavor away.
Don’t do anything stupid.Was that what he thought of me? That I was a stupid Omega who had no sense? No survival instinct? For a moment, I was livid and hurt and defensive.
I wanted to tell him I’d survived the Trenches longer than most who started out young. I wanted to tell him my Omega father had been strong but poor only because of insane laws that kept Omegas from getting good paying jobs or keeping their own bank accounts without an Alpha guardian.
I had learned to live on cash only. I paid as I went. I had no debt. I sold my body because it was what I had to offer, and because I was good at sex. Staying on the streets certainly shortened my lifespan, and I was perfectly aware of that. I hadn’t planned to live past thirty anyway.
“I’m trying to keep you alive,” Bast said, shrugging out of his jacket and hanging it on a hook by the door.
“It’s not like I got snagged by your boss on purpose,” I said. “He believes something about me that isn’t true. I have no control over that.”
Bast’s eyebrows rose in question. The muscles of his face hardened. “I’m not saying it is your fault that you’re here.”
“Whose fault is it? Why does Myre think I did anything to cause his beloved men—who are criminals, by the way—to be arrested?”
“Street gossip.”
“Does he usually get his intelligence in that manner?”
Bast turned away and moved toward the kitchen. “Have you eaten?”
