I’m not an Omega.
I don’t have an Alpha true mate.
“I’m fine,” I whisper, when I can finally find the words.
He frowns, but he drops his hand from my arm.
“You’re sure?” he asks.
“Sorry,” I murmur. “You did nothing wrong. I … wasn’t expecting my memories to come back when we hugged. They’ve been hazy. It’s a little disconcerting whenever it happens.”
“There’s no need to apologize. I hope I didn’t upset you.”
“Robin?” Lana’s voice floats through from the other room.
I glance at the open doorway and see her standing there.
For a few intense moments, I forgot she was staying close by.
She looks vaguely concerned. She probably heard everything.
“I think it’s time for Mr. Falcone to leave,” she says. “You’re due a break if you need to take one. Please don’t think you need to rush back to work.”
“It’s just Falcon,” he tells her, quietly.
When I look back into his eyes, I find him watching me intently.
It still feels like there’s more to be said, but I don’t know what.
He doesn’t seem to want to leave.
And if I had a choice, I wouldn’t want him to go, either.
It doesn’t matter how much we know about each other, there will always be a connection between us. If he’d never stepped into my life, I might still be living a lie, close to death without even knowing it.
He’s the reason I’m standing here now, alive and well.
If it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t have let them take me.
“You’re leaving?” I ask.
“It’s probably time,” he admits, with a soft sigh.
I don’t want him to go, but I have no right to ask him to stay.
So, I take a breath, and then I tell him what needs to be said.
“Thank you. For everything you did for me. You saved my life.”
It sounds so dramatic, but it’s only the truth.
He smiles briefly in response.
It’s the smallest twitch of his lips, but it gives me another flashback of memory that only makes me crave more. He smiled at me like that as he laid me down on the hospital bed when we got here.
He said something then.
It was barely a whisper, but he was close enough that I heard it.
