I can’t be a registered Omega. I can’t. I’ll be trapped. I’ll be controlled by someone like Marcus. Caleb guides me into deep breathing. My vision clears a little, and I look over at Garrett. He looks like he’s literally ready to hold these agents off and tell me to run for it, and I can feel how tense Ethan is, like he’s going to do the same. Dante isn’t as obviously ready to fight as Garrett is, but I can tell he’s about to launch himself forward with his fists flying. He’s just more subtle about it.
