Page 53 of Generation Omega: Revealed
“She’s there,” I growl.
Sage sits up. “There? Where?”
“The high-rise.”
“There are sixty floors in that building.” She furiously types on her keyboard, intently staring at the screen. “Nothing in that building is owned by Gideon Blake, but if we’re playing the odds, the penthouse is owned by a shell corporation that could be his.”
Something falters within me, a doubt, voices from the past that always sound like a frantic mob desperate for the next execution. “Is it right for me to go to her?”
Sage doesn’t answer, and I can’t release the sight of the building to investigate why she’s so silent.
Then she’s beside me, her hand on my arm before she jerks it away, grinning at her burned hand. “That’s new and it’s also proof.”
Together, we stand at the window and watch the first light of dawn touch the city.
“If the legacy gave you her location, wouldn’t that mean you’re supposed to go to her? What do you feel?”
“I feel like I’m being torn in two and it’s not just about my omega—it’s me. I failed Sarah. I failed Kai. I fail omegas and alphas. I’ve failed others before I ever had the chance to fail the omega legacy. My life is defined by everything I couldn’t do for the people I care about.” I force my gaze away from the building to search Sage’s face. “What’s different now? Am I different? Will I be able to do anything for her, for the legacy? Should I have been chosen for this?”
“Youwerechosen for this, Thatcher, and there is a reason.”
I roll my eyes. “It picked anactor.”
“Maybe it knows something about Gideon Blake that you don’t. For what it’s worth, I think you are the perfect choice. Think of all you know, the wisdom you’ve gained through years of study. Don’t you think that could be helpful to your omega, who is suddenly changing in ways she can’t understand? She doesn’t know what’s real and what isn’t. You can help her find her way. You can serve her. But only if you find a way to trust yourself.” Sage’s empathy is a treasure worth more than everything she owns. I just wish I deserved it after failing her so profoundly.
I wish I had confidence or optimism to offer, but the truth will have to do. “I don’t know how to do that—I never have. I never thought it would pick me. I was supposed to be the advisor, not the alpha. This whole thing is suspect now. An actor. A professor. Who’s next? A damn game show host? A juggler? This is a circus.”
Sage grins, but it’s only on the surface. “It’s a leap of faith—that’s what this is and always has been. The real question is whether you’re going to leap. The countdown is on. She’s got one alpha. You’re her second. If she’s right there, then we can get you to her and then she’ll have two. That’s more than Sarah had, more than most in recent years have managed. Maybe there’s already a third on his way. We don’t know how many alphas she has, but you know that the faster the pack comes together, the better the odds. They’re still not good, but every single advantage means something.”
Pain declares itself in her green eyes. “There’s something else and I hate to say it, but I need to. If it goes wrong, don’t you want to be with her at the end? To make sure she’s not afraid and knows she’s not alone? If I could go back, I’d be with Sarah to face whatever came for her. I certainly wouldn’t have been halfway around the world acquiring another company. This really all comes down to one question and one answer. Is she yours?”
My body trembles and my snarl is potent. “Yes.”
“Then it’s time for you to reach your omega.”
I start moving toward the door. “I’ve got to go.”
“No, wait—I’m glad I inspired action, but you need to wait.”
“What? Why?”
She’s already reclaiming her seat at the desk. “Let me get the omegee army mobilized to protest in the streets. That way, no one will see you entering that building. Remember, they already know you’re an alpha.”
“Right, of course.”
Sage gets to work and I stare at the building, whispering, “I’m coming, omega. I’ll be there soon.”
CHAPTER27
TILLIE
I wake with the smell of rich, creamy salted caramel all around me. I’m snug as any baby kangaroo in its mother’s pouch, the blankets over me and warm skin against me.
Wait… warm skin against me—a bare chest against my bare back. My mind hits a pothole the size of Texas. I wasn’t naked when I went to bed, but I’m totally naked now. What happened to my jumbo-sized t-shirt?
“Baby girl,” Gideon mumbles sleepily behind me.
“Why am I naked?” I sound more huffy than I am, and I certainly don’t move even an inch fromMr. Smells So Good.
