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I shudder at the sense of violation. “All I had was champagne. Orion opened the bottle. A few bites of strawberries.”
“Everything was sealed.” Orion hugs me close.
Doctor Morgan frowns. “Did anyone have access to your clothes? Perhaps you were exposed to an aerosol? Any strange smells?”
“Nothing. I—” Then I remember. “There was dust all over my dressing room table. I thought it was makeup. A petty prank.” Must’ve left the OCC too long if my danger radar is that rusty.
Should’ve known.
“I’m sending a team to swab for prints and chemicals.” Hunter punches orders into his phone hard enough to crack the screen. “We’ll get answers.”
“I don’t have proof, but let’s not waste time. It was Noelle Patrick and her sister, Rachel.”
Noelle’s been gunning for me since forever and she wasn’t subtle with her smirks. Guess she doesn’t care if I know she’s guilty.
She doesn’t think of me as a threat.
She’s wrong.
Finn glares at Hunter. “They’re already on the list. Just let me fucking ki—”
“They’re mine,” Jett’s voice is barely a mutter, but the fucking ice.
I shiver while Doctor Morgan pales.
“Share,” Finn agrees happily, rubbing his palms.
“I’m filing a police report,” I say before Doctor Morgan calls for backup. Maybe a few police reports, including the one I still owe Rachel for the Brauns.
Let’s see how Noelle’s smarmy mates run for reelection when she’s sucked into an assault scandal.
“Let me run a few more tests, and then you can be on your way.” Doctor Morgan edges away from Finn and Jett, making her escape.
I pat my dress, before remembering it doesn’t have pockets. “Has anyone seen my—”
“Panties? Mine now.”
“They’ll look great on you.” I lift the blanket, doing my best to ignore Finn’s bait. “My phone?“
“Here.” Orion hands it to me.
“Thanks.” I’m still ragged and reeling, but I have business to take care of. I dial Catherine. “How did I do last night?”
“Fantastic! Oh, my goodness. I’ve never seen such offers.”
Maybe more omegas should pole dance. “Email me the pack info?”
“Already in your inbox. You have a dozen formal offers on the books. A wonderful variety, and more to come! Are we scheduling private dates? You have a raft of requests.”
The Wyverns make no effort to hide their eavesdropping, and I don’t bother hiding what I have to say. “No. I don’t want to schedule anything else.”
I’m done.
I’m done playing chatty, pretending to smile, and putting myself out there for alphas who aren’t worth the risk. I suck at it, it’s awkward, and I desperately need to get back to my regularly scheduled sweatpants, shifter novels, and hermitdom.
Plus, I’m more than done making myself a juicy Redfang target. “Cancel everything. I’ll pick heat partners out of the offers I already have.”
