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I found my own slippers tucked just beneath my bed, then glanced back at him. Ransom’s long-ass limbs were sticking everywhere, and I realised I’d been pushed to the edge of the bed.
Pretty rude, to be honest. That was what girlfriends or omegas were for—platonic pack mates werenotsupposed to be bed hogs.
I got to my feet, yawning and scratching my belly. One of the marks on my abdomen had healed into a keloid scar and it always itched.
Right. Breakfast.
Dusk used to always make it, but I’d beat him to it this morning.
“Dude.”
I glanced back to see Ransom rubbing his eyes and blinking around the room.
“What?” I asked.
There was a lot to get through today—including patching up a very wounded omega, but hearing Ransom’s voice lifted my heart every time.
“You still hum when you’re happy,” he snorted.
DidI?
“So what?”
Ransom grinned, dragging himself into a sitting position and blinking sleep from his eyes. “It’s cute.”
“I’m notcute.” What a ridiculous notion.
I’d nearly ripped the spines out of those alphas in the rain yesterday. Decebal had told me he’d been on clean up duty, and that they were both in hospital. I’d told him I was just disappointed they weren’t in fucking caskets. I stuffed violentflashes of that memory into a little box, refocusing on Ransom—and the fact I was happy. (And the originalpoint, which was that I was perfectly vicious, thank you very much.)
“I bet shelovesit,” Ransom chuckled.
My humming?
“She’s never mentioned it, actually.”
“Very polite of her,” he said with a grin as he crossed to the closet door and unhooked the night robe and shrugged it on.
He had stuff in his room, but I suppose he didn’t know that yet.
“Pretty impressive, really,” I said as I passed him and made my way into the kitchen to start the coffee.
“What is?” he asked, taking a bar stool at the kitchen island and examining the connected kitchen and living room in the morning sunlight. It was a grand place, with thick timber beams supporting huge windows that opened out into the forest beyond.
I eyed him, with his robe hanging open, showing off his lean, tanned torso. A few auburn strands had escaped his bun, swinging about his face. He hadn’t lost much muscle mass being sick, he’d spent too much time fighting us. Or the bed. Or the wall.
“Four years out feral, and you still manage to look like one of those rich trust fund kids.”
He grinned as I pulled out the sausages and eggs. I’d left last night with Decebal to grab some essentials, including more clothes for Shatter since she was the only one who didn’t have a stash here.
Decebal had taken the spare room in the basement as usual, but he slept in when he visited so I doubt we’d be seeing him for a bit.
“She’ll see us today, right?”
I nodded. “Dusk’s going to fix her up.” He was good at that.
“Why… why did she want him and not us?”
“He’s like… the Shatter whisperer. Don’t let it hurt your feelings, they have a whole language.”
