The omega gift
She’d chosen the place because it felt like something out of a romantic noir film, charming and a bit dramatic.
The doorman, Alton, greeted her with his usual cheerful tone. “Evening, Ms. Marlowe.”
“Hi, Alton,” she said. “Quiet night?”
“Just the usual,” he replied with a knowing smile. Shifters made up most of the building’s tenants; quiet was rarely literal.
Lena stepped inside and headed toward the elevator, digging through her bag for her keys. The elevator doors began to close as she approached, so she darted forward just in time to slip in.
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