I just hope I don’t live to regret it.
Chapter thirty-two
Fitz
Thismeetingroomissmall, almost intimate. I’m sure that’s on purpose. As is Silas making me wait for him, letting me stew in my own juices. It’s a good tactic.
The door opens and Silas walks in. Okay. He is not using that strategy then. Maybe he is going for catching me unawares, before I have had time to gather my thoughts and brace myself.
“Are you sure you are okay to meet without Jake?” he asks.
I nod. Why are shifters so damn nice? The Grand Master has no reason at all to be considerate. I am a hunter. Was a hunter. His worst enemy by the sounds of it. And he hates Jake. It’s all too bewildering.
My gaze flicks to the sheath at his waist. “Is that a V-42 Stiletto?” I blurt.
Silas raises an eyebrow and unsheathes his blade. “It is. Do you like daggers?”
I nod like an overexcited puppy. He flashes me a malevolent grin and offers me his weapon. I stare at him in surprise. We are alone in here, there are no guards. Does he think I don’t know how to use it? Or does he trust me? Or is it simply that he is an all-powerful magic weaver and a simple dagger is no threat to him? It’s probably that. It has to be that. It’s the only reason that makes sense.
Reverently I take the blade. It is beautiful. I give it a spin to check its balance. It’s flawless. I hand it back to him with a big grin. He is grinning too. He can’t possibly like me?
“Are the Waterfords treating you well?” he asks.
I wasn’t expecting that question. I nod, but he needs more than that. “Very. I tried to kill Jake multiple times and they haven’t even beaten me once.”
Silas gives me a dark look. “But Jake likes fucking you?”
I feel my face heat up and I drop my gaze to the floor. What the hell is it with shifters and sex. They talk about it so bluntly. With no shame at all. I’m never going to be able to do that.
“I like it too,” I murmur.
Silas sighs. “You are an omega, you are going to physically respond to it. But do you know most people will do anything for omega ass? You are special and highly prized. You should know what you are giving him.”
I stare at him helplessly. What he is saying is not exactly a surprise. I’ve been bait for alphas and betas since I was a teenager. The clan always said it was because I was small and that werewolves liked to dominate and fuck anything smaller than them. But I always suspected it was more than that.
“Has anyone bothered explaining anything to you?” he asks.
“Sarah, a beta from the pack, has taught me lots.”
He frowns. “You need omegas to talk to. I’ll get Eli and Fallon to pop over.”
“You know them?” I ask in surprise.
He nods.
“Is that how you found out about me?”
He nods again, and it’s hard not to feel a little betrayed. Which is ridiculous. I met Fallon and Eli for all of five minutes. Sure they seemed nice, but of course their loyalty is going to be to their actual friend.
“Do you remember anything about your birth pack, your parents, or how the hunters got a hold of you?”
The change of topic is unsettling, which I know is intentional, but still my stomach rolls with nausea. This is not something I like to think about.
“I remember Gordon carrying me on his hip, with one arm because his other was holding a gun. So I know I was with them from when I was very young.”
Silas gives me a long, level look. “Do you want to try to find your family?”
I shake my head so fast, I make myself dizzy. “I’m pretty sure they are all dead. The clan wouldn’t have left any alive.”
