Yes. With Rowan’s special candy.
Isolde
On it. I’ll be there in an hour. Maybe less.
Ocean
Me too. See you soon!
Trinity
Thank you. You have no idea.
Isolde
We got you, girl.
“Ocean confirmed.”
“Do you need anything from your apartment? We can take you and make sure the coast is clear.”
I shook my head. “No. I probably shouldn’t touch or move anything in case the police want to see it.”
“Then we can take you,” Theo said. “Though I’m tempted to throw you over my shoulder and carry you to one of the bedrooms.”
“I’m tempted to let you.”
We stared at each other, the need building between us like a physical thing before Brooks stood and reached for me, lifting me to my feet. “Let’s go before none of us have any senses left intact.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Oh, I’m looking forward to it,” he said. “Counting down the minutes, actually.”
I didn’t say it out loud because it felt too real. Hope was a dangerous thing. I’d learned a long time ago that things you hoped for rarely happened, so I stopped hoping. I would do the list, and whatever came after that? We would see.
But deep in the darkest corners of my soul, I was counting down the minutes too.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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TRINITY
“I’m here,” Isolde called, rushing into the cushy room in Ocean’s house with a wall-sized television and more than enough blankets for three Omegas. “I’m here.”
She flopped on the couch, out of breath. “Now you can tell us everything.”
“Good. She’s been hiding shit,” Ocean said. “Took you long enough.”
Isolde stuck out her tongue. “Blame Trinity. She’s the one who said she wanted Rowan’s candy, so we had to swing by the house and grab some. Oh, and I didn’t know if you’d had time to grab an overnight bag, Rin, so I brought you some clothes.”
“Thank you. And you mean you don’t keep thespecialchocolates on hand at all times?”
“I mean… I work from home, so technically, yes? But no, we don’t carry them out to dinner.”
She held the box of edibles out to me, and I grabbed one. This was exactly what I needed today. After everything. Including the way they dropped me off.
In front of the gate, after Bastian insisted on driving my car for me. He’d opened the door and helped me out before pinning me against the side of the car and kissing me again. Even just the kiss showed me exactly who they were. Bastian controlled every second of that kiss—how deep, how fast, where I was—and I loved it.
