“What was your favourite memory of living in the city?”
I consider that for a long moment. “Ah, I know. I remember this one night I was completely drenched; it had just finished raining. I was walking home, and the city was lit up. All these colours; the vibrant reds of the signs, the greens, whites, neon blues, windows, the world was just this chaos of riotous colour. And then I stopped, and I looked at this scene at this perfect angle where I could see the entire world reflected in the water that sat on the road. It was only for a few minutes before the cars came, but it was like the city was endless, infinite, and it was the first time I was able to find the beauty in it. After that, if I looked, I could always find something to like.”
Mack stares at me with a perplexed expression. “Not the pack?”
Oh.
“Well, I mean, I have good memories of them, too.” I try to think of some, but I can’t come up with a single one.
I frown. “They, uh...hmm.”
“What were their names?”
“Daniel, Liam, Desmond, John, and Sam,” I say quickly.
“And did you love them?”
I stare at Mack, not wanting to tell him the truth.
“Did you even like them?”
I open my mouth, but I can’t lie to Mack, so I shut it again and watch him cautiously.
“Did they treat you well?”
“They were polite, and they brought me flowers once.”
I can feel the gazes of the other alphas staring at me.
“They brought you flowers once?” Mack repeats in obvious anger.
“We weren’t right for each other. It ended. It’s all good.”
Mack scowls at me. “What happened in that city, Omega?”
I have to tell him; I have to-
“Cookies!”
I jerk away from him as Daphne and Ivy come bouncing into the room, squealing loud enough to wake the house.
Mack gives me a long look before turning to my sisters with a huge smile. “Ah, the sweet tooth is a family trait, is it? Do all Sol omegas require midnight cookies to sleep?”
“We do!” They shout together.
“Well, lucky for you, we have cookies to spare. A massive, giant batch made by Sofia herself.”
They hesitate, which is really offensive.
“Supervised by the master baker Elijah.”
“Yay!”
“Mack, that’s too loud; everyone will wake up,” I say, waving my hands to get his attention.
“Too late,” Sebastian grumbles.
Imogen slinks into the room, inhaling deeply. “Oh, they smell so good. We’re going to need ice cream.”
