Page 91 of Puck & Her Blades

Yet he isn’t answering.

He looks bored, as if he’s waiting for someone.

Wait, could he be…?

I clench my hands tightly, not allowing myself to think it.

But what if he is waiting for me?

Then Zev’s gaze catches mine, and it’s like a wild cat spotting prey.

He stiffens, and his entire attention is mine alone.

He breaks away from the other Omegas, prowling toward me with a swing of his hips that’s all sin.

I take an instinctive step backward because his scent has become so dominant that it’s overwhelming.

Wolfie’s behind me, however, and pushes me stumbling forward, instead.

“I don’t think so,” Wolfie teases. “If you want him, then take him.”

So much for frenemies.

I fall into Zev’s arms, and he catches me.

I stare up at him, as he steadies me.

Zev’s smile is wicked. He keeps his hand encircling my wrist like he doesn’t want to risk losing me.

The crowd of fangirl Omegas have fallen silent in shock that he’s touching me, a Reject.

One, a tall Omega who’s wearing such large diamond earrings that I don’t know how she can keep her head up, looks at me, horrified. “Zev, you may not have noticed, but she must have been put into the selection by mistake. She’s only a Reject.”

“She’s not only anything,” Zev’s voice is warm and sensuous. Yet it’s also more aristocratic than I was expecting. Is Zev from an elite pack originally, as well? He doesn’t look away from me, even for a moment. “She’s everything to the Blades. You can treat her with respect or get out.”

The tall Omega bursts into tears, stamping her foot. “Zev!”

Zev doesn’t even glance at her, as she pushes away through the crowd.

Wait, am I having my own Pretty Woman moment here?

My cheeks heat.

Being the center of Zev’s attention like this is overwhelming, but having the spotlight suddenly turned on me after being invisible for so long…actually, it’s fucking satisfying.

Like he can read my thoughts, Zev smirks.

I find myself smirking back.

Then Zev points at a server who nods. A moment later, the music shuts off.

What’s happening?

Zev tugs me toward the piano. When he sits down on the stool, he yanks me to sit next to him.

He lays his hands gently on the keys. “This is for the Omega who the Blades are selecting tonight.”

Then he nudges me with his shoulder.

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