Page 25 of Puck & Her Blades

So much for him not being brave.

Yet this swan-like bookworm is going to end up marked rebellious, if he’s not careful.

My guts churn with dread.

CHAPTER 4

Blade Arena, Washington

“Cygnus,” I warn.

Cygnus glances back at me, before appearing to notice how he’s just acted by growling and stepping in front of me.

He mustn’t drop his perfect Omega act. I can tell that it’s what’s protecting him.

I won’t let him put himself at risk for me.

I don’t know what’s going on but now that I’m here, I’m going to investigate.

I’ll protect Cygnus.

“Oh, right.” Demurely, Cygnus drops his gaze but doesn’t step aside. “It doesn’t matter how many times you huff and puff, you’re not coming in.”

Silence.

“Let me in, Cyg,” a rich voice drawls. “Or I will blow your house down. Isn’t that right, Millie?”

“Silly Daddy.” A girl giggles.

Cygnus’ shoulders sag with relief. “It’s just my brother-in-law, Lark, and my niece. Please be kind to Millie. She has it tough and doesn’t have many people on her side. Well, apart from Lark, who would do anything for his daughter. He’s a great dad. He’d die for her.”

Cygnus undoes the lock and swings open the door.

Light floods in from the corridor, and I blink.

A tall Omega in his late twenties strolls into the locker room. He has straight inky black hair like a waterfall and piercing jade eyes. He’s dressed in a stylish jade suit with bird decorations on his waistcoat.

He’s gorgeous.

He’s also holding the hand of the cute little girl with the ribbon in her hair, who I waved to out in the corridor.

Lark’s assessing gaze scans across both Cygnus and me, before taking in the mess of petals and squashed chocolates.

His eyes widen.

I don’t blame him.

It looks like Cygnus and I have either been fighting or rolling around in them, fucking each other in a passionate moment of wildness like Cygnus was one of those top ten book boyfriends.

I cringe.

Wow, incriminating.

“Well, that’s a novel way to treat welcome gifts. Do you both now have petals lodged in inconvenient places?” Lark arches his brow at me. “It’s not as if Cyg spent three hours making those for you.”

Okay, mama Omega.

I tilt my head, assessing Lark back, and he doesn’t look away, which I have to respect. He definitely isn’t playing the same sweet card as his brother-in-law, even if he’s as beautiful.

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