“Tough shit.”
“Prince. I know you won’t hurt him, but that doesn’t mean—”
“You’ve had four years to be a good friend, Tull,” Shiloh cut him off. “Years where you could have told him who I really was, but you didn’t. Kind of too late to be pretend to have a conscience, don’t you think?”
“It’s never too late to do the right thing.”
Shiloh rolled his eyes and flicked his cigarette onto the wet cobblestone. “Save the dramatics.”
“Where are you going?” he asked when Shiloh stepped out under the light spray and started walking away.
He shoved his hands into his pockets. “To blow off some steam.”
“Take someone with you. You were literally just attacked.”
In response, Shiloh flipped him the bird.
Chapter 14:
“Where is he?” Sarang glared at the tray as it was set on the end of the table in front of him. It’d been days with no other company but the Lefthand—and only to deliver meals—and he was growing impatient.
At least he’d convinced Bishop to unchain him from the bed, using needing to go to the bathroom as an excuse. He’d considered striking the other man down and escaping, but there was a reason Bishop had been made Shiloh’s personal person and entrusted with his safety.
The guy had pulled a blaster and held it on him the entire time.
Even now, the weapon was aimed his way while Bishop deposited the tray and then stepped back to give the two-seater table in the living area of the suite a wide berth.
Dart gun. The same one he’d used on the alpha who’d attacked Shiloh and him in the parking garage.
“The prince sends his salutations,” Bishop said.
Which was just a dick way of saying Shiloh had no intentions of showing up today either.
“He can’t keep me here forever,” Sarang warned.
“The business will eventually have to open,” he agreed, purposefully misinterpreting Sarang’s words.
Apparently this was a hotel Shiloh and the beta had secretly been working on.
His eyes narrowed. “I’ve barely tolerated you all this time.”
Bishop acknowledged that with a slight head bow. “Fortunately, there’s nothing you can do to me without the prince’s permission.”
“Think he’d choose you over me?” Sarang phrased it like a taunt, but in reality, he was wondering the answer. Before all of this, he would have said no, but now…This version of Shiloh was a stranger.
He’d need to relearn him, see if the omega was still the same person his instincts craved. Logically, there was no rhyme or reason to that sort of desire. Yes, the day they’d met, Sarang’s bleeding heart had taken pity on the young omega and he’d been unable to watch him die. But the need to own him…that sprouted from a different sort of emotion.
Personality was important, but it’d only become so in the past couple of hundred years. In the past, their ancestors had taken mates for all sorts of reasons, compatible pheromones and political gain just to name two.
The smell of Shiloh still lingered in the room, though it was faded after so many days, and knowing the prince wasn’t the helpless person he’d always assumed did nothing to calm his libido whenever he got a particularly strong whiff.
Sarang still wanted Shiloh’s body.
But could that be enough for him?
What the omega had done in the parking garage…As the underboss, Sarang had witnessed his fair share of violence and cruelty, had even partaken in it himself when it’d been called for, but Shiloh had taken things to the extreme simply for enjoyment. Even Kian controlled his dark nature, tried not to cross too many lines.
The second Shiloh had decided to reveal himself to Sarang? He’d done away with any and all decorum or subtleties. It’d be one thing if Sarang believed he’d torn through those bodies simply to get a rise out of him, but it’d been plain as day on his face that Shiloh had done it for his own pleasure.
