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“Yup.”
“Do it properly. It’ll help with the scarring.”
“What about him?” I asked. “Should I learn so I can do his?”
“He doesn’t want help with the scarring.”
I frowned, but Dusk folded his arms stubbornly.
I paid attention anyway. I had to help patch Umbra up, and it was looking like there was a lot more to it than I’d thought.
“So you’re waiting for your scent match?” I prodded, interested in that.
“Yup.”
“They built a nest and everything,” Dusk put in.
“Really?” I asked, eyes wide.
Decebal grinned. “You don’t think I look the type?”
“No. I didn’t mean…” I trailed off, cheeks going pink as my eyes darted across his tattoos.
Hedidlook intimidating. I’d even noticed the scar down his cheek, peeking from the loose strands of wavy raven hair that had escaped his ponytail, and his piercing eyes were beetle-black and a little unnerving.
Definitely not the kind of alpha who looked like he’d built a nest for an omega he hadn’t met.
Decebal didn’t seem offended, though, as he covered up the bite on my arm. “Right. I think they’re good. I’m having a smoke, then Umbra should be ready.”
“What kind of stuff are you going to show us?” I asked.
“There’s some things that you and Ransom need to know. About us. About the Lincoln pack, things I should have told you before.”
The Lincoln pack?
I swallowed back my nerves, nodding as Decebal shut the patio door.
“Before that, I just… need to ask him something,” I said. “Alone, if that’s okay.”
I didn’t want Dusk hurting more, but the mention of my mates brought up lingering worries.
Dusk stiffened, gaze darting from me to Decebal, who was settling on a chair on the porch. He nodded, though it looked difficult for him. “I’ll be just in the kitchen.”
I followed Decebal outside, and he looked up at me curiously as I sat opposite him. It smelled like sweet pine and day old rain in leaves and soil. Decebal’s cigarette tangled with his cranberry and rose scent pleasantly as he peered up at me, taking a drag.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked. “But you can’t… can’t tell them.”
His scent was calm, and I couldn’t help but trust him.
“Depends on if it puts them at risk. They pay me.”
I shook my head. “It’s nothing like that.”
“Then my lips are sealed.”
I repositioned in my seat a number of times, gaze fixed on a squirrel that was scurrying up a tree trunk. Finally, I found the courage to speak.
“Some of the bites…” I chewed on my lip. “There couldn’t be any… half bond or part bond, right?”
