Ameowcaught my attention.
“Hey, Felix. You staying out of trees?” Wilder asked, surprising me with his loquaciousness.
The cat flicked his tail at us before strutting to Rosie’s Cafe. “I guess we can check in there,” I said.
King opened the door, and I immediately spotted three of the four omegas who made up the Omega Overlords—Lucy’s name, not mine. Olive, Summer, and Ivy were huddled together in a booth in the corner, deep in thought. Their eyes widened when they saw us.
“Hey. Do you have a minute?” I asked.
Olive smiled, Ivy cocked her head, and Summer narrowed her eyes. “That depends.”
“This is King and Wilder. We want to talk with you about Lucy.”
Summer made a disgruntledtskbut gestured for us to sit. She was clearly the ringleader here.
We faced off with the omegas.
“Well, speak.” Summer crossed her arms. Ivy and Olive followed suit.
“You probably don’t know who I am,” King started, “but Lucy and I—”
“Went to Boston for an event, and you”—Olive gestured at Wilder—“saved her when she was hiking in the woods. And all three of you stood her up at craft night. We’re Lucy’s besties. Of course we know your crimes.”
Wow. Olive was a little scary.
“Right.” King was clearly taken aback. “Well, we wanted your advice.” He glanced at me, eyes wide with panic.
“We know we messed up,” I said. “And we need your help on how to apologize to Lucy and win her back.”
“Win her back?” Ivy asked. “I wasn’t aware you ever had her.”
I swallowed hard. She was right.
“We know she’s too good for us. But if she’s willing to give us another chance, we want to court her,” Wilder said.
Well, he didn’t talk much, but when he did, he made it count.
The omegas looked at each other, some secret conversation passing among them.
“All right,” Summer said, sitting back in the booth like she was presiding over her subjects. “We’ll help you, but if you hurt our friend again, we will destroy you.”
“Understood,” King said. Wilder and I nodded.
“Lucy believes in signs,” Summer said.
Now it was our turn to look at one another.
“What?” Wilder asked.
“Signs, like from the universe. She reads her horoscope in the newspaper every morning, so I would recommend starting there.”
“Start where? With horoscopes?” I asked.
Olive’s lips quirked into an almost smile before she nodded sagely.“Yes. You should read your horoscopes every morning and follow the universe’s advice. If you’re meant to be with Lucy, the universe will show you the way.”
I locked eyes with the guys. They were fucking with us, right?
“We were more thinking of getting date ideas or something,” I hedged.
