but a crunch from behind sent me whirling around, surprise striking me roughly at what I found. The strange omega woman, the one Niall and I had seen hiding from Gamesby's party, was wandering blindly through the trees, barely feet away. They called her Mouse, as I'd learned from a chuckling pack of beta dragons over whiskey after a dinner. She had her nose in another book, not even noticing a briar catching on her skirts, and definitely unaware that she was about to walk straight into an argument I was dying to hear the culmination of. If she looked up, saw me, made any noise at all, she
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