The Omega Knotting a Stranger

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LILY

T he morning sun streams through the windows. With Hunter and James gone to retrieve the map from Travis, the cabin feels oddly quiet. Thor has fallen asleep by the back door where Hunter went, most likely waiting for their return, leaving Archer and me truly alone.

I lean against the wall in the entryway, watching as Archer kneels by the front door, tools spread around him as he replaces the lock damaged during Travis’s break-in. There’s something undeniably attractive about watching him work—the focused concentration on his muscles, the movements of his hands, the occasional grunt.