“You don’t think Robin will want to see you again?”
“I don’t think Lana will be happy if we tell Robin we’re her mates, unless she knows that’s why we need to see her again.”
“What? Why does that matter?”
“It’s because we lied to get in here tonight. Lana doesn’t trust us. If we give her another reason not to trust us, she’ll never let us come back here.”
“Damn. You think she’ll be okay with us visiting Robin because we want to tell her we’re her mates?”
I shrug. “You tell me. You’re the one with the brother mated to Lana.”
“It’s not like we’ve kept in close contact. We live in different places now. Although …”
“Although?”
“There’s something I should probably tell you. Shadow knows. He’s an Omega, he felt what I felt when I bumped into Robin.”
“So, he’ll tell her anyway.”
“I asked him not to say anything. He might be as excitable as most Omegas, but he knows when to keep a secret. I don’t think he’ll spill unless I tell him it’s okay.”
I lean back in my seat and put on my belt. “Okay. We’re leaving. I’ll call the academy in the morning and talk to Lana. If Robin’s our true mate, she can’t deny us the chance to visit her.”
I sound confident about that, and I am, but I’m sure she’ll have conditions, and I doubt they’ll be reasonable. It doesn’t matter. This isn’t something we’re going to just forget about.
Robin is our mate.
She’ll realize that soon enough.
All we need to do is spend a little time with her.
“This sucks,” Shayne murmurs as he puts on his belt.
I nod as I force myself to start the engine.
Leaving feels wrong, but we can’t do anything about it.
I waited this long to find out she was safe and well.
I can wait a little longer to tell her she’s our mate.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Robin
Despite the urge to let my thoughts linger on the memories the Alpha who came to my rescue stirred up in me, I push those newly recovered images out of my head as I go back to work.
The ballroom is bustling when I step back into it with a refreshed tray of fancy finger foods.
I don’t see the Alpha I bumped into before, and that realization stirs up a mix of relief and disappointment within me.
He probably found an Omega.
I shake off that thought as I move along the row of tables, offering food to everyone nearby.
It’s none of my business, and I need to stay focused, so I don’t bump into any more guests.
The shifts starts to speed up with so many people to serve and so few plates per tray.
