32. Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-One

Owen

D espite the fact that I seem to keep saying and doing the wrong things around her, Lana takes my arm when it’s offered.

The hint of fear in her eyes is like a knife through my heart.

I can handle not being liked, but that sliver of fear worries me.

Pushing that worry to the back of my thoughts, I slowly usher her up the remaining stairs.

The landing carpet feels thick under my feet when we reach the top.

I can’t make out much, but I’m used to stretching my senses so I’m sure I can see a little better than she can right now. I can make out the first door on the right wall, so I know how much space we have. I lead Lana forward down the hallway.

She stumbles a little, grip tightening on my arm, and I slow my pace.

When we get to the last door on the right, I can tell she still can’t see anything.

I saw her take her key out of her pocket on the staircase, so I reach for her right hand, touching it softly. She stifles a gasp as she allows me to take the keys from her hand.

I unlock the door and let her into the small, dimly lit room.

It’s not what I expect from the academy, but I guess they need to have rooms for their staff who stay on site, too. This is definitely one of those, rather than a suite made for an Omega.

I follow her inside and close the door quietly.

I lock it and leave the key in place.

That way if someone else with a key tries to get in, I’ll hear it, even if his approaching footsteps are too muffled by the carpet. I look around the tiny room. There’s a twin bed to the left, wedged against the wall. There’s a small space at the bottom of the bed and then there’s a tall wooden dresser with a lamp on top, that seems to be the source of the dim lighting in the room.

On the right side, there are two doors, one of which is open and shows a small bathroom that contains a corner shower, a toilet and one of the smallest sinks I’ve ever seen.

The other door is locked. I try the handle before I look at Lana.

She shrugs, before she gets out her phone.

She shows me the screen after she types something.

Just a closet. I don’t use it.

I nod and she puts the phone away.

I’d rather get a look inside regardless of whether or not she uses it, but if it’s locked that seems unlikely so I just pick a spot to stand near the door until morning.

It’s been a long day, and I’ve got a longer night ahead of me.