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“Not yet.” But if she starts perfuming, hide the knives.
“I didn’t know.” She peeks hesitantly from under lashes so thick I lose track of the conversation.
“What?”
“I didn’t know Wyvern Pack had an omega. I didn’t want to be here anyway, but I never would’ve agreed if I knew. I promise I’ll stay away from your alphas.” Lilah submits, showing her neck, and the twisted, always tightening knots inside me finally loosen.
“Is it crazy that I’m waiting for you to perfume and steal them?”
“That’ll never happen.” She rubs her arms, shuddering. “I’m out of here the second I figure out how to pay off my debt.”
There’s something in the way Lilah never tests my gaze that makes me believe her. “Does Scorpio know that’s your plan?”
“He didn’t give me a choice. I’m a Darling.”
I’ve never thought much about the OCC’s wards. It must suck ass with no one looking out for you. I could start to imagine, except the crazy part of me isn’t big on compassion for the competition. “I’d say make yourself at home, but…”
She laughs bitterly. “I get it.”
She really does.
In a rare fusion between my crazy and sane halves, I step to her, pulling out the marker I brought just for this.
I take her slender wrist. She’s chilly from the water, and her pulse quickens under her near-translucent skin. I can’t help sniffing as I scrawl the Wi-Fi password on Lilah’s palm.
She smells like lake water. And piney, masculine shampoo.
The first, fine.
The second, motherfuckingshit.
I drop the marker, a warning rumble vibrating my chest.
She freezes.
“Hunter’s shampoo,” I growl, ready to rip into her, tear her away from my mates.
“Go.” She ducks lower, showing submission that clears my head just enough to listen to what she’s saying. “You’ll feel better when you can’t scent me.”
I sprint to the house.
As soon as my nose clears, so does my head.
I climb the porch steps and lean against the back door, chest heaving.
All I can see are Lilah’s grey eyes, and a single thought ricochets through my strung-out brain.
Why does my enemy understand me better than my own goddamned pack?
***
Fifteen
LILAH
Orion’s fly-by leaves me with whiplash. As soon as he’s out of sight, I tear off his hoodie and dive into the lake. I was so exhausted I could barely crawl out of the water, but Orion’s sweet scent jolts my system like a mouthful of coffee syrup.
That poison apple scent won’t wash out.
