I shook my head. “Please,” I whined, the sound purely Omega. I wasn’t above begging. Above pleading. But I couldn’t get the rest of the words out. Please let me go. Please don’t look for me. Please forget you ever saw me. … Please march over here and make this awful agony go away. But I didn’t truly mean that last one. Because it would be insane to jump a man I just met. Right?
