Page 19 of Outlaw's Omega
If I was him I would make sure it was the latter.
“Here?”
“Yes, come.” She was already scampering out of the car, the excitement plain on her face. “We are going to be late for dinner.”
“Stop,” I growled it into the silent street. And it was silent. Too silent. “What did he promise you for coming to me? It must have been something good, for a girl like you to risk her life.”
She shrugged her narrow shoulders. “You didn’t kill me. The holiness knew you wouldn’t.” Even as she spoke she bounded up the wide polished steps.
Was I really that predictable? It made me nervous to think he knew me so well. But I didn’t have any time to think about it. The wood door swung open, illuminating the dark street and the monk stepped forward.
But not the Monk I knew. There was no sign of a robe and cowl anywhere. Instead, he was dressed much the same as I was. Dark suit, and a shirt. It was strange seeing him dressed as a man and not his usual religious robes.
The smile on his scarred face was even more disconcerting though. He looked genuinely happy to see me.
“Kaelan you made it.”
His use of my given name was enough to make my eyebrows arch up into my hairline. Since when were we on first name terms?
I was the Outlaw.
He was the Monk.
It had always been that way.
“Dinner has just been served.”
Reluctantly I stepped foot inside, motioning for the men with me to wait outside. I didn’t have to ask to know whether they were welcome.
“If your men go around the back, they will be fed in the kitchen.”
“What is your game here Monk?” I didn’t like this. I didn’t like it at all.
“Monk?” he rubbed his hand over his short-cropped hair. “I think we are friends now, no? You should call me Cain.”
“Cain.” I tried the name out and it felt weird on my tongue. He would always be the Monk to me. “Are we suddenly friends Cain?”
His laughter filled the marble foyer. Swinging open a door he motioned for me to enter what was obviously a dining room. Complete with a table big enough to seat twenty.
There was only one person sat at that table. A woman, one with a sharp face that not even her long luxurious dark hair could soften.
Her eyes widened at the sight of me. She shook her head, tears springing up in her eyes. “Alpha Cain, no.”
“I think we will be friends Kaelan, May I introduce you to my personal doctor, Iris.”
I stared with new interest at the pale woman and my hand closed into a fist at my side. She was the one, the doctor who had butchered my mate. She jumped as the door slammed shut behind us.
“Cain, I think we shall be good friends indeed.”
***
“Cain.” The woman had every reason to look nervous. She was sat at the table, dressed in her very best and staring into the face of her death. And I would be her death.
“Eat your soup Iris and stop being rude.” Cain gave a wide smile to no one in particular. As if the room was full of people and it wasn’t just the three of us.
“How is the lovely Bree?”
The spoon in Iris’ hand clattered into her bowl, sloshing soup over her dress and hands. Her hands were shaking so hard the whole table was vibrating.
