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"Well...thank you," I say. "I appreciate you always having our backs."
"Yourback," he says. "I mean, it's not a secret, is it? You're important to me."
I bite my lip. "I noticed."
"Good," he replies, his voice low and intense. "You're special to me, Star. You know that, right?"
"Of course," I say softly, trying not to let the fear in my heart seep into my voice. I know what he wants to hear–that I care for him too, that we could be something. Truthfully, I don't know if I can ever trust him completely.
And yet, Oberon might be my best chance to survive, to escape the crushing grip of Dreamland.
To live a life where I'm more than just a pawn in someone else's game.
For now, though, I'll paint my nails and smile at Oberon as we flirt and dance around each other like moths drawn to a flame.
As I finish painting the last nail, Oberon's gaze lingers on me. "Can I help you with something else?" I ask. "I mean...don't get my wrong, I appreciate your help--but I need to get ready for tonight--"
"Who was that guy last night?"
I narrow my eyes and frown up at him, shaking my head. "What guy?"
"The guy at the bar," he says. "The one you were flirting with."
"I flirt with everyone," I say. "It's my job."
"Star," he starts, his voice tight with an emotion I can't quite place. "I saw you talking to that Angel fuck at the bar last night."
"Okay...I talked to a lot of people at the bar," I reply, trying to maintain a nonchalant tone even though I know exactly who he's talking about. The cute guy who I tipped off to the big spenders upstairs--the one with the wings tattooed over his pulse.
"But he's an Angel."
"And last I checked, Angels were allowed in the club, right?" I say. "Their dollar goes just as far."
Oberon growls under his breath, shaking his head. His scent suddenly hits me hard, fucking with my omega instincts. There's a tacit command in the tone of his voice, in his scent...
Obey me, omega.
"Who is he to you?" Oberon demands, jealousy flaring in his eyes. My breath catches as I realize just how dangerous this conversation could be.
"Nobody important," I say quickly, keeping my expression composed. "Just another customer."
"Good," he growls, his hand clenching into a fist. "Because I've killed for you, Star. And I'd do it again."
My heart skips a beat at that admission. The weight of his words threatens to suffocate me. But I know better than to show fear–weakness will only make things worse.
"Oberon," I say softly, turning to face him fully. "I appreciate everything you've done for me. You're special to me, too."
His dark eyes search mine, and for a moment, I think he sees through my facade. But then he smiles, a predatory grin that sends a shiver down my spine. "Glad to hear it, Star."
"Tell me something," I venture, trying to plant the seed for our escape. "Do you ever dream about leaving Pacific City? Going somewhere far away from all this?"
"Sometimes," he admits, his gaze distant. "But it's not easy, you know. We're both tangled up in this mess."
"Maybe one day," I murmur, hope catching in my throat. "Maybe one day we could leave it all behind."
"Maybe," Oberon echoes, his eyes locking onto mine again. But as much as I want to believe there's a chance for us to escape this nightmare, the uncertainty in his voice gnaws at my insides.
For now, all I can do is cling to that sliver of hope, like a dying ember in the dark. And pray that somehow, against all odds, we'll break free from the chains that bind us.
