Page 116 of Knot My Sin

“Do you want to get them redone?” Everest asks. “We could make that happen. Professionally, not by us.”

Wren’s giggle makes me smile as she nods. “I don’t have any earrings to keep them open, so it’s probably a waste of time.”

“I doubt that’ll be an issue for long,” I tell her. “We’ll probably all end up buying you a pair of earrings if you get your ears pierced.”

“Is spoiling me going to be a thing?” Wren asks.

“Yep,” we chorus, making her smile widely.

“Here it is,” Shaw says nervously, handing her the first jewelry box.

Opening it slowly, her eyes grow wide as she sees it.

“This is amazing,” she says softly. “Are you serious right now?”

Grinning, Shaw nods, pulling out the necklace and carefully putting it around her neck. It’s three delicate chains, with an emerald nestled perfectly between her breasts. It’s gorgeous on her, and definitely not a collar.

“That’s a perfect choice,” I admit, unable to take my eyes off her. Somehow, it seems to elevate her outfit, and Wren seems to sparkle even more.

God, Flynn is right. We may end up killing people for looking too long tonight.

Shaw opens another jewelry case, showing us several bracelets. One is a slim tennis bracelet that matches the necklace, while the other two are gold bracelets with diamonds set a few inches apart, all the way around.

“All of these?” Wren asks, amused as he puts them on her.

“I don’t believe in competing with other people, so that’s not why I bought these,” Shaw says with a shrug. “I couldn’t make a decision and read that this is apparently the fashion now. Thank fuck, because they’re perfect together.”

Looking at her slim wrist, I have to admit that he’s right. The three bracelets work well together, and I wouldn’t have been able to make a decision either.

“How do you feel?” I ask her. “Are they heavy at all?”

“They’re really not,” she says, shaking her head. “The jewelry feels like it’s what I’ve been missing. Does that sound crazy?”

Wren looks more settled, no longer worried that she doesn’t look right, so it doesn’t sound crazy at all.

Kissing her temple, I say, “I can see how calm you look, and I have to agree with you. I think dinner is just about done, Shaw.”

The timer goes off as I finish my sentence, and he puts the boxes away and pulls out the tray of pasta, along with plates. Helping him to dish out the food, I groan as I inhale the smell of it.

“This was one of the best ideas you’ve had,” I chuckle as I sit at the island and take a bite.

“I’m glad you approve,” he says with a smirk as we eat.

Looking around the table of my pack mates surrounding me in their formalwear as I tuck into my chicken marsala and pasta makes me smile, and I send up a little prayer that we’ll all leave the event tonight unscathed and together.

24

FLYNN

Driving onto the Kelly estate is intense as I look around the brilliantly lit trees and gardens. Shaw is driving as usual, and I’m sitting in the backseat, holding onto Wren’s hand. I know her brother is supposed to meet us at the door, but we didn’t tell her this yet. While they’ve spoken a few times on the phone, they’re still figuring things out.

“This place is made for parties,” she says in a hushed tone.

“The Kelly pack’s had this estate for years,” Shaw says as he follows the other cars in front of him. The sunlight is long gone now that it’s nine at night, and the headlights from the other cars are bothering my eyes. “The families typically use the Kelly’s home for parties because it’s easy to contain, their security is top notch, and the Kelly’s don’t care.”

“I would care,” Wren frets as she looks around at the cars in front and behind her. “Having so many people in my home would give me anxiety.”

“The Kelly’s don’t have an omega,” I tell her gently. “They’re in their mid thirties, and have been so busy working, they swear they’re uninterested. I think that’s bullshit, but that’s me.”

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