Page 22 of Claim Me
Eventually, he reaches my booth, and for some reason my heart starts beating faster.
This strange, short omega is wearing large glasses that look electronic, faintly glowing blue like there are tiny LEDs inside them.
The mask covers his entire nose and even part of the area under his eyes, tucked beneath the glasses.
It’s almost impossible to recognize his face. His forehead is hidden behind a fringe, so there’s basically no way to identify him at all.
The only thing that stands out is his hair, a dark sapphire shade, maybe navy.
He stops at my booth and fixes his gaze on the information board.
My whole body stiffens with tension, even though I have no idea why. Plenty of people have read my board before, and I never felt this… exposed.
I watch him closely, and at one point he lifts his gaze just slightly and our eyes meet.
A sharp shiver runs through me, and my hands clench into fists.
What is this? Why am I suddenly more nervous than before?
The omega keeps studying my board, and it lasts noticeably longer than with the others.
I slip my hands into my pockets to steady them and wonder how old he might be.
I’ve heard you can tell by looking at someone’s hands. They don’t lie the way a face can.
He’s slim, dressed in a black turtleneck and a dark navy suit with matching pants, understated, nothing flashy.
His hands, hanging loosely at his sides, catch my attention. Even from this distance, about thirteen feet between us through the thin glass wall, they look… young. Yes, young. Definitely not the hands of someone nearing sixty.
Mr. Gessler straightens in his seat and walks over to the guy.
Since the glass booth is connected to the outside area through a speaker system, I can hear them clearly.
"I see this offer caught your attention," Gessler says politely. "I’m happy to provide any information, assistance, or guidance. At the moment, the only remaining contract is Gabriel’s. He’s a young man who made a certain mistake inlife, but nothing that would exclude him from being a suitable candidate for any omega."
He delivers the same speech he uses on everyone, and it’s already getting on my nerves.
The omega slowly shifts his gaze toward him and tilts his head slightly, studying Gessler.
But he doesn’t answer.
That’s… strange.
Then, unexpectedly, Storm walks into the hall. I know he can monitor everything from his office through the camera system, so something must have caught his attention. He crosses the space in long strides and reaches us in seconds.
"Good to see you again! I’m really glad you made it, and look at that, straight to the point, perfect pick. This is exactly the person I mentioned to you. The solution to your security issues!"
The man stays silent, and I have no idea what’s going on.
Is this really the person Storm was talking about earlier?
That controversial match that was supposed to fit me?
I’ve heard that Storm can find good matches for people, Half Mates, High Mates, even True Mates.
If this person were compatible with me, that would be… something. After all, Marcel was my Half Mate, and I was so drawn to him.
The man finally speaks, his voice serious and cold, almost harsh, with a sharp edge to it.
