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Decebal snorted. “I’ll get back to you on that when we find ours.”
We’d spent a fair amount of time with Decebal over the last few years. His pack didn’t have an omega because they were waiting for a scent match. He’d admitted once, with a few drinks in him, that he was holding out for his scent match more than any of his pack brothers. A secret romantic.
“She asked,” he added. “It’s not... unheard of. And you have an omega who loves you. For all the goddamned plans we’ve come up with to fix things—she just walks on in and brings Ransom back.”
“Are you jealous?”
Decebal gave me a half-smile. “Once you get it registered and a seer assesses it, everyone will know she asked,” he said.
“I know.”
Dark bonds were absolute. For life. But seers—alphas and omegas who had the ability to visualise auras—could determine whether the dark bond was taken or given with permission. It didn’t affect the bond itself, but it did affect reputation.
As if we gave a fuck about reputation.
“Problem is...” He tore off a piece of tape to dress my last brand. “You just gave up one of your healing options.”
“What does that mean?” Shatter’s voice carried through the living room.
Ahshit.
I looked up to see her in a T-shirt, leggings, and a fluffy white dressing gown, golden eyes bright and scared as she stared between us.
Decebal glanced over, frowning, and then looked back at me. “I assume you’re going to tell her.”
Great. “Well, now I fucking am.”
She wouldn’t be pleased.
She was crossing toward us, nightshade scent carrying in with her. Umbra and Ransom both entered the room behind her.
“You know that we’re... sick,” I said.
She looked between us. “You mean... like what happened the other week?”
As on edge as I was, flashes of that night threatened to rip me away at the mere mention of it.
Wading through agony to get to Umbra, so terrified I’d be too late, so terrified she’d leave...
One touch. One fucking touch from Flynn, and that was enough to almost kill us…
I hated it.
“Yes.” I cleared my throat as I caught her giving me a funny look. “One of the possible solutions to our sickness was a… a princess bond.” I winced, knowing she’d be upset.
“You mean it’s happened before?” she asked.
“We’ll explain everything. Decebal brought the information.”
“But... you needed a princess bond?” Shatter pushed.
“Princess bonds are the only absolute cure to aura sickness. It doesn’t seem like a huge jump to assume?—”
“Except—” I interrupted. “—I was never going to risk biting an omega into our pack just for that.”
“They would have been a scent match... you would have wanted to...?” She looked pale all of a sudden.
“Oh no,” I spluttered. “You”—I jabbed my finger at her—“don’t get to seduce me into dark bonding you with ‘scent matches are worthless’ rhetoric and then throwthatin my face.”
