Page 58 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

Vin offers me the sifter, and my hand pumps in a frenetic pattern of metal screeches. I fold the flour into the creamed wet ingredients and then the chips under his watchful eye.

When the parchment doesn’t tear perfectly, I ball it up and toss it into the can and try again.

These cookies are going to be fucking perfect.

It’s what I know how to do, right? Cook and clean. It’s no different with the Wyatt Pack than with Brad.

Balls of cookie dough magically make their way onto the sheets in a perfectly spaced pattern.

When I twist to the oven, pan in hand, Vin finally speaks.

“You can’t do that,” he says to me.

“Watch me.”

“No,” he says and takes the pan from me. “The oven isn’t on.”

I curse and set the pan on the countertop.

While the oven preheats, I cut the parchment in half and carefully transfer the papers to cutting boards that can go into the fridge.

“Right, I guess we’ll just . . . ”

My voice trails off, because Vin comes to stand right in front of me. He traps me against the island with a hand on each of my sides.

“You good?” he asks.

I lift a brow. “I’m perfect.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Don’t ask stupid questions.”

His eyes flit down to my mouth before snapping back up to meet my gaze.

“You’re beautiful when you’re angry.”

“I’m not fucking angry.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“I’m not.”

“Well, you ignored it when I called you beautiful, and the Izzy I know wouldn’t pass up the chance for a sly remark. Tell me what’s really going on?”

I pinch my face, but he’s right. If I’m going to be here for the immediate future, then they may as well know what my triggers are.

“Don’t talk about other omegas,” I growl.

“Trick and I have been talking about submitting an application to the Admin. We want it to happen. You should support that, even if you don’t like the Admin, just like we support you.”

“That’s not it. It’s an omega thing. Don’t fucking talk about any other omega being here. While I’m in your home, this place is mine.”

“It’s an omega thing.”

“Yes.”

He lifts an incredulous brow, but that’s all he’s getting from me.

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