“You know,” she said dryly, “you’re allowed to actually talk to our omega.”
I didn’t look at her.
“I talk to Violet.”
Serena snorted. “Staring isn’t talking.”
I ignored that too.
“You hear that Logan Stellar is pregnant?” I asked, mostly trying to change the conversation.
Serena heaved in a breath through her teeth. “Yeah, I heard it through the grapevine. I guess the Ombrixa prototype that Emmet Devereaux was working on actuallyworked.”
I nodded twice, Emmet and Warren should be here soon, and I was glad they were on our side. Not only were they a good steady stream of money for my business, but the medication’s they were working on sketched me the fuck out. I didn’t want to drink the wrong thing. It ended up going from an alpha to an omega or beta.
Just the thought made me shiver, so I focused on Violet again, watching her face wrinkle as a white butterfly landed on her button nose.
“I’m so glad you ran her over,” I admitted.
Serena choked on a laugh. Violet turned as if she’d heard us from across the yard. The moment she spotted me, her entire face lit up.
She waved eagerly, and my heart fluttered as I waved back.
She came toward me immediately, and I met her halfway down the patio steps, guiding her gently into the shade. I kept hold of her hand as I kissed her cheek.
Up close, I could see the faint flush in her skin as she glanced around the yard, scanning the crowd.
I followed her gaze.
“What?”
She lifted her hands.Reed. I miss my brother.
I frowned, checking my watch. “He’s late?”
She nodded.
Then signed again.He said he was bringing someone.
That got my attention. “Someone?”
She hesitated, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to be excited.
Still, she signed.His omega.
I stared at her.
“Your brother,” I said carefully, “doesnothave an omega.”
Reed hated omegas. He was weirdly obsessed with Violet, but that was it. In his eyes, no one could hold a candle to his beloved sister. I would actually pay someone a million dollars to occupy that psycho’s time.
Violet tilted her chin stubbornly.Reed wouldn’t lie to me.
I huffed, ready to explain exactly why Reed Lamb was incapable of normal emotional attachments, but the garden gate creaked open.
Benji, standing at the grill, glanced up.
Then froze.
