"Darien?"
Darien freezes mid-step. Oh, for crying out loud.
You know what? It's all cool. She's just a lowly omega who apparently now owes you her life. Act cool. Act normal. He chants in his head.
Turning back, he tries to arrange his face into something… nonchalant and relaxed. He gives the kind of half-smile that, in his mind, says Of course I'm here. This is completely normal.
"Oh. You're awake."
Her eyes snap open fully at the sound of his voice. The confusion in them sharpens into alarm, and her head whips around, scanning the room like she's just realized she's trapped inside a predator's den.
"Where am I?" she demands, pushing herself up against the pillows with surprising speed. "And—why am I in the same room with you?"
Argh! This menace of a girl!
The words are a slap to his dignity. What the hell? Did she think that he, Darien Bellamy, wants to be in the same room with her? A fucking low-class omega like her?!
Hell!
