Page 27 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

“Shut up.”

“You need advice from Johannes,” I said. “I don’t know anything about omegas. I don’t know anything about women.”

He nodded slowly. “Good point.” He got out his cell phone and typed furiously.

“What are you doing?”

“Summoning Johannes,” he said.

“Summoning him?” I said.

“What’s that tone?”

“You…” I cleared my throat. “You like Johannes, right?”

“Everyone likes Johannes,” he said, putting his phone away. “He’s that sort of person, the kind of person you like. He’s easy to be around, and he’s always smiling, and he’s fun. Yes, sure.” He eyed me. “Why?”

“I think you two need to… talk,” I said.

“About what?”

About how he wants to run off with your omega. “Just things,” I said with a shrug.

“Things,” he repeated.

“Look,” I said, “you know that I love him.”

“Okay,” he said, looking uncomfortable.

“I love you too,” I said.

“Okay, Nikolai,” he said, shifting in his chair. “We have a thing, and it’s good, don’t get me wrong—”

“I take back the L-word,” I said witheringly.

“I didn’t mean it like—”

“Shut your mouth,” I said. “This is important. He’s not happy, and I think he’s fixated whatever the source of his unhappiness on you in some way, and—”

“Me?” Dmitri vaulted out of his chair. “What do I have to do with Johannes’s happiness? And anyway, who’s happy? I’m not happy. You don’t get to be happy when you’re the prince of a country. Happiness is for commoners.”

“Dmitri.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head, going across the room to look out the window. “Suck it up, Johannes. Grow some balls.”

“Okay, I’ll look into that.” Because, of course, Johannes was coming into the room right at that exact second.

I turned to look at him and Dmitri turned to look at him, and Johannes sauntered into the room, lifting his chin in a way that made look arrogant and pissed off and incredibly attractive.

I jumped to my feet. “I was just talking to him like I said I was going to.”

“I told you I would talk to him,” said Johannes to me, annoyed. “And I already did.”

“You did?” I said.

“You did?” said Dmitri.

“Yeah, earlier, when you were throwing knives.” Johannes folded his arms over his chest. “Why’d you text me to come up here? What do you want?”

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