Was there any use in pretending anymore?
He had my phone.
I stood in the dimly lit room, recollecting all the messages sent between Xueya and I, trying to remember if there were any incriminating ones in the mass.
Countless "when are you coming?"s, "where are you?"s and "what's taking so long?"s. But were there any slips?
Before starting the job, we had a long conversation about the type of messages allowed between us in order to preserve my identity.
I winced when I remembered the countless times Xueya had called me by my actual name in our texts.
I was doomed.
Did she ever use my surname though?
As I analyzed my life choices, Mr Shen studied me from his seat, his eyes following every breath intake, every blink, every twitch.
I was perched beside the door, my hand on the handle, ready to bolt out of need be.
He was the first one to speak.
"You are a very difficult omega to locate, Mr Ren."
I didn't know how to respond to that, so I didn't.
