Omega Society Auction (Rourke Book 2) by Eileen Glass

Author:Eileen Glass [Glass, Eileen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Glass Fiction
Published: 2017-12-29T16:00:00+00:00

Everything smells different. Bland. The candy is gone though he's breathing heavily through his nose, trying to find it again. So the tension in his muscles will relax, his anger will ease, and his body can feel right again.

But no, he's pissed off. And also nauseous.

Rourke rolls onto his back, not bothering to get up. Thank god the portal is gone, whooshing out of existence as soon as it spit them out. He does wish Tobias would step through it though. Or Zachri.

A pointy high-heeled toe nudges him in the ribs. Stephanie stands over him with a stern judging him behind her square rim glasses like an angry librarian. Her hair is frayed, and she's not wearing lipstick. Rourke has never seen her so unkempt.

"Don't apologize to me. If you were sorry, you wouldn't have done it in the first place. Just don't piss me off anymore, okay?"

The heel to her shoe is dangerously close to his eye. But Rourke says nothing, nodding and slinging an arm over his face. Having his emotions come over him suddenly is like chugging a strong drink. It burns in his gut and makes him want to retch. Unlike a drink, however, there's no fading.

This is how it is all the time. It's how he’s felt sitting up at night, thinking about his mom and his responsibilities. Thinking about Cory and his damn baby and how his friend is moving on and his mother is leaving him.

"Rourke, are you listening to me?"

"Ugh." He curls onto his side. Somehow, despite all this, there's blood flow to his groin. Horny would be a bit of a stretch, but he wants to be touched. The floor feels good against his skin.

The bed is an awfully long way out.

"Well, good. I'm glad you've got portal sickness. Serves you right. Why'd you even let Thomas talk you into leaving anyway? You knew you were supposed to ask me. Hm, and I guess you knew I'd say no, too. But it's for your safety, Rourke, and we don't know if Zachri's got his shit together."

His phone dings inside his pocket, and then she's kneeling by his side, frisking him.

"Oh. It's just Thomas. That little brat... Hmph. Well, he's not little, is he?"

"Stephanie?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up." Rourke takes his phone back and hits the power down button. Normally, he'd just silence the damn thing, but he can't care to remember how.

Stephanie is quiet next to him, and Rourke knows he should feel bad. He does, a little bit. But more important than that, he needs to lay here until he can figure out his next move. Stephanie needs to be brought around to letting him see Zachri. Zachri needs... something... from him...

"Rourke, are you okay? You're mumbling."

"Hm?"

She picks up his head and puts him in her lap. He sighs because it's so nice here. Her polyester skirt feels nice. Her thighs are warm. Only his remaining shred of social decency keeps him from hugging her legs like a pillow.

"I want him," he says.

"You're burning up.

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