AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I’d crossed the room before I realised, stopping before her.
“Alright, I’ll leave you two alone.” That was Roxy, who I’d entirely forgotten was here. I glanced over to see her grabbing an armful of the beauty supplies. “See you there.”
“You’re sitting with us, right?” Shatter asked Roxy as she was leaving.
“Yup. Just gotta finish getting ready—anddon’truin the makeup.”
I dragged my gaze from Shatter to see Roxy narrowing her eyes at me.
Ruin it?
Roxy couldn’t rightly assist in making Shatter look like a golden goddess and then dropthatbomb on me.
I was going to ruin my omega.
If the makeup wasn’t good quality, that wasn’t my fault.
There was another long second of silence as it closed, and Shatter’s cheeks went pinker than ever as she looked back at me.
“I’m really not sure about the heels.” She peered down at them, and I admired their beautiful gold shine that matched her so well. “I’m not good at walking in them?—”
“I love them,” I said quietly.
“Do you?”
“They’re perfect,” I told her. “Andit means you can’t get away from me,” I added.
Bonus.
“You don’t think it’s too… too much?”
“You are going to steal the show.” No doubt about it. I was seeing her now, since Decebal would be here in half an hour to pick me up.
Dusk had made that massive donation to get them a throne tonight, but it meant he had to go to the ceremonies beforehand and get thanked a bunch and all of that dull shit, while Ransom got to escort her in. So Dusk wouldn’t see Shatter until she walked into the ball when it began.
By the look of her, I thought he might faint.
Shame I’d miss it.
And it wasn’t just the captivating outfit and shimmery makeup—or even the way in which she wore it, with adorable excitement she deserved, it was the dark bond. The way it was on full display, and she was putting that on display for the world.
It made me rock fucking hard just knowing that.
“Okay. Well. Good,” she said. “Because Roxy made it so pretty.”
“And no scent blockers?” I asked.
She shook her head, a flicker of determination in her eyes.
Her hands were at her chest, pressing her waterfall of curls close. I could see shimmering golden swirls across her skin, over her collarbones, and… Something got stuck in my throat as I saw the trace of a wound peeking out from where her hair fell.
The marks she’d been too afraid to show me before now.
Gently, she took my hand and lifted it to her chest. “You… you can see,” she whispered.
I held her gaze for a long silence, thumb brushing her skin. Finally, I moved her locks, sweeping them back and over her shoulder, still holding her eyes.
It took every ounce of courage I had to drop my gaze.
