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“You won’t. You will find Syar and get him to safety. I can get myself out of most situations. I don’t depend on anyone to fight my battles for me.”
Reynaldo frowned. “What about a holding mark?”
“Ah, the promise ring of marks.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “Why is this a sticking point?”
Syar was matter of fact. “It is common in royal households. All linked to the omega or alpha in charge are marked.”
Reynaldo was staring at her hand, and she jerked it down. “You have been marked before.”
She debated lying but answered, “Yes.”
“You were rejected?”
“Oh, yes. In the worst way.” She crossed through the marking portion and filled in the payment information.
She flipped through the pages to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. She skipped over the pregnancy contingency and then signed the whole thing. She capped the pen and handed it back to Reynaldo.
Syar extended his hand, and Reynaldo gave him the pen. The omega looked over the changes she made and initialled them. But he wrote in a graze mark for her.
She sighed and looked at Reynaldo. “Can you manage a graze mark?”
He nodded. “It has to be refreshed though.”
“I can tell you when it burns out.”
“You will do weekly assessments?”
“Yup.”
“I will manage a graze mark.”
She nodded and took the pen to initial and sign the addition.
Syar smiled and signed the contract. He passed the pen and contract to Reynaldo.
Reynaldo grunted as he flipped through the contract, initialling and signing.
He capped his pen and put it in his jacket. He nodded to the flight attendant and buckled up.
Ven buckled up, and Syar took her hand. “I really hate takeoff.”
She held his hand and ran her free hand over his wrist, the thudding pulse slowed, and he smiled. He tilted his head to hers and inhaled, closing his eyes as they pushed back and began to taxi to the runway. The smaller planes were on a different flight path and took off with a rush and roar. Ven stroked Syar’s head and rubbed her head against his. When they began to level off, she released him and pulled her hands into her lap.
Syar murmured, “You pulled away too soon.”
“Sorry. I thought that was a guy thing.”
He chuckled. “We will get used to each other.”
“I am sure.”
“You will even get used to Reynaldo.”
Ven smiled tightly. “That isn’t likely.”
Reynaldo unbuckled the seat and beckoned to Ven. “Please, come here, and we will get the graze over. How much tending did you need when you were first marked?”
“Uh, once an hour.” She swallowed. “For twelve hours. A graze should be easier.”
