Isaac cackles like a freaking clown, and he seriously needs to get that laugh looked at that. It’s creepy.
“Dove cleaned the house!”
I widen my eyes in pleasant surprise. Well, she wasted no time in getting to work. Eager to please us, I bet, and the guilt tears me apart.
I can’t believe I put a tracker on her.
“Well, where is she now?”I ask.
Isaac points out the window. “Over at Granny Cobras. Knitting us all booties, I bet.”
I snap. “I told you not to call her that!”
Isaac zips it. I grind my teeth, stepping toward the window. My glum reflection gazes back at me. I should go and check on them and see if Grandma’s all right.
But I also want to see how the omega is too.
I glance at my pack brothers. “Be back soon. Just checking in on the new maid.”
Sebastian narrows his eyes. While he may technically have claimed that omega, she doesn’t belong to him. Dove belongs to neither of us, yet I feel I ought to still get his blessing.
“If that’s okay with you, Sebastian?”
His eyes sharpen further until they’re nothing but slits. “All right. See you at dinner...”
I leave them at last, cutting across the grounds. For once I wish I could bring Grandma good news, but alas, I have nothing to give her.
Just my love.
Sometimes I wish Rome were in my place instead of me. If he hadn’t turned out to be such a heartless bastard, he may have taken better care of her.
She may not have to worry about becoming homeless.
I arrive at the cottage. Tinkles the cat rubs up against my legs, getting his white fur all over my black pants. I go to shoo him away, but then a strange sound reaches my ears.
It’s Grandma. She’s laughing.
There’s a window just beside the door. Unfortunately, I have to step over Grandma’s petunias just to get there.
Tinkles follows me, and now he jumps up onto the windowsill and peers into the cottage with me. I rub my eyes.
She’s talking with Dove, and they’re laughing and talking like old friends. Grandma almost looks twenty years younger, and something swells in my chest when I see her there with the omega.
She’s finally found herself a friend.
Maybe deciding to keep that omega alive was the best decision after all.
She healed my grandma.
For the first time in years, I allow myself to hope. It’s a strange sensation to have after being trapped inside a fog for so long. It’s smothering, and some days I worry that it will choke me entirely and send me spiraling over the edge completely.
Dove has never looked so radiant as she laughs and smiles beside my grandmother, and I think I finally understand why my pack brothers are so drawn to her.
Now I know why Sebastian couldn’t slit her throat.
Dove is a blessing. I have no doubt in my mind now, and I’ll be damned if the government gets its hands on her again.
That omega isn’t going anywhere.
Tinkles purrs beside me, and I finally give him what he wants as I pet his head. He rubs his cheek against my fingers, getting his feline scent all over me, but what do I care.
Things may finally look up.