The Light in Us

25. Fallon

25

Fallon

S haun is reluctantly pleasant on the way home. “You did well.”

I stare out of the window. “Thank you for dinner.”

Rory smiles at me in the reflection. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

When I nod, his smile widens. “Maybe you’d like some time in your nest tonight? It might not be a bad idea anyway, not if your heat is on the way.”

I can’t look at him. Instead, I give him the answer he expects. “Sure.”

When we get back, I trail behind as Ellis yanks his keys from his pocket. He fits them to the keyhole, turning it and stepping back. “An hour.”

I kick off the black heels they bought for me, padding inside on bare feet.

He shuts the door before I can say anything else.

Sighing, I look around.

I hate this space. Despise every damn part of it.

Omegas are supposed to love their nests. Maybe I’m broken.

The floor, a built-in mattress, feels too firm beneath my feet. The pristine whitewashed walls are too bright. The light above my head is even more so. The glare threatens to give me a headache as I settle down against the wall and draw up my knees, reaching out for the blanket I left in here last time and wrapping it around me.

My head bangs softly against the plaster as I close my eyes. I don’t even have it in me to be bothered anymore.

One month, starting tomorrow.

And at least I have something else to wear now.