Which leaves me with several lingering thoughts as I start toward my cavern.
This Omega may have my mate’s soul, but she isn’t anything like my Persephone.
So…
What kind of Omega is Serapina?
Who is she as a person?
Will she even let me get to know her after how I’ve treated her?
I suppose there’s only one way to find out.
But first, I need a shower and some new clothes. Then I’ll find my Omega.
And we’ll do what we should have done from the beginning—we’ll talk.
Chapter 4
Sera
I glareat the marbled wall, searching for a knob or a button orsomethingto turn the shower on.
But no.
It’s justrock.
Growling, I look up at the showerhead. “Turn. On.”
Of course, it doesn’t listen.
Why would it do what I demand?
“Ugh.” I amnotgoing to walk out of this room to ask for help. It will defeat the purpose of saying I could do this myself. “You are not going to show me up.” The words are for the spout over my head. “Same goes for you,” I say to another one at the opposite end of this giant space. “I mean, who even needs a shower this big?”
At least seven people my size could fit in here.
It’s ridiculous.
As is the lack of a knob!
“Maybe I should have taken Maliki up on his offer,” Igrowl under my breath. Then I shiver because thatofferis all I can think about.
Well, aside from the malfunctioning shower.
“I’ll happily join you in the shower anytime, trouble.”
My thighs clench as his words play through my mind, his deep baritone reminding me of other sinful things he said to me back in Death’s Palace.
In bed.
While between my spread legs.
“Fuck, Sera. I’ve never seen such a needy pussy.”
“You’re so wet, sweet girl.”
I squirm, the sensations he awoke below seeming to be more intense now than before.
