The superintendent took a moment to compose himself before turning to Grant. “You’ll have to stay the night. We can put you up in the teen dorm rooms.” He checked his watch. “Dinner is being served now in the cafeteria. You should grab some while we still have power for a hot meal. Nordstrom can take you there. When you’ve finished eating, ask one of the caretakers to show you to your rooms. Now, you’ll have to excuse me.” He hurried out the door.
“Gentleman?” the guard said, “Come with me, please.”
Rafe managed to produce a calm, resigned smile and followed the guard. But inside he was sweating. Trapped overnight with Tenereth, the man who’d just admitted to being in the market for an omega? Thank God for the suppressant injection—he’d be okay. He’d keep his distance, claim exhaustion, and hide in the dorm room until morning.
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In the cafeteria, the few remaining children sat with their caretakers at a cluster of tables they’d pushed together.