Taylor fetched his tools and Crimson helped him carry the fabrics. Thankfully, their PDA was over. For now.
“They’re cute,” Mylo murmured as he watched the pair work together.
“Ugh. You think so?” I asked.
“Taylor said he’s Crimson’s mate. Are they...” Mylo glanced up at me. “Fated mates?”
The way his eyes shimmered made a lump form in my throat. I swallowed it and tried to act natural.
“Yeah, they are,” I confirmed. “They got together on the first season of the Dragonfate Games, and then had Ruby.”
Mylo shot a wistful glance in their direction and released a soft sigh.
Claws of emotion gripped my ribs. Saffron’s words echoed in my head, pounding on my skull like a locked door. He told me to be honest about my feelings. But fuck, it was hard.
I’d really screwed things up. In a twist of irony, my plan to sabotage Saffron’s time on the Games ended up withmecatching feelings for an omega instead.
Dammit.
My eyes were glued to Mylo. As he watched Taylor and Crimson, I couldn’t help noticing the dreamy desire on his face. Did he want what other fated mates had?
And if I got over myself and my stupid pride, could I give him what he wanted?
Sixteen
Mylo
I stood still,holding my arms out as Taylor took my measurements. I still had no clue what was going on. First, Saffron broke into my hotel room—I guess it made sense that twins would commit the same infraction—then he brought me to the dragons’ castle saying he had a ‘surprise’ for me. Now I was a living mannequin for a pair of fabric-loving fated mates.
“Um... should I do anything?” I asked Aurum.
“Nope.” He grinned. “Just stand there and look cute.”
Heat filled my cheeks. Did hehaveto compliment me while I was under scrutiny? Everyone could see my flustered reaction.
“This was a good idea,” Aurum went on. “Your clothes were... a choice. But don’t sweat it, ‘cause the fashion duo’s gonna make you a new outfit.”
“A new outfit?” I cried. “But that’s so much time and effort!”
Crimson scoffed. “What are we, a pair of amateurs? With my fashion sense and my mate’s sewing skills, this will be over in no time.”
“But... I had clothes already,” I argued weakly.
“No, you had tablecloths failing to pass as clothes,” Crimson shot back. “It was not flattering.”
I blushed harder. It was odd being fussed over, but admittedly, not unpleasant. Crimson and Taylor acted differently than the condescending way my parents fussed over me, as if I couldn’t do anything right by myself. This felt like the pair genuinely wished to help me.
I sighed. “Okay...”
“You can put your arms down,” Taylor instructed, stretching out the measuring tape again. “Now for your chest and waist.”
Dread crept into my voice. “You’re going to measure my waist?”
“We’re making you clothing, so yes,” Taylor explained simply. Although there was no trace of judgment in his tone, that didn’t stop my anxiety from spiking.
I bit my lip. Having my measurements taken was bad enough, but now they were going to focus on my biggest insecurity? I didn’t know if I could handle it.
Aurum suddenly took up my entire vision. He stared me down, his golden eyes burning. Before I knew it, he’d taken my hands, holding them gently in his own.
