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“So,” Owen finally manages, “what exactly happened before the flight of shame?”

“It wasn't a flight of shame.”

“You had to be rescued from a tree.”

“Fuck you.”

Megan holds up one hand.

“Wait.”

Her expression changes. That's never good.

“Back up.”

“What?”

“You said Belinda knows she's your promised.”

“Yes.”

“And she knows because...?”

I stare into my tea. The station gets suspiciously quiet.

Owen's grin disappears. Megan narrows her hazel eyes.

“How does she know, Damian?”

“Clarissa told her.”

“That isn't what I asked.”

Fuck.

“She just figured it out, after.”

“After what?”

I take another drink.

“Damian.”

“After she found the bitemark.”

Megan blinks. Owen groans.

Delilah whispers, “Oh, shit.”

“What bitemark?” Megan asks.

I say nothing. Her eyes widen.

“No.”

I continue saying nothing.

“Wait.” She points at me. “Let me get this straight. You gave your claiming bite to the woman without telling her who she is and what she means to you? Without any attempt at wooing her at all?”