Page 16 of Glass Omega

“I’ll tell you about me if that’s what you wish.” Edison’s familiar deep timbre came from behind me. “All you needed to do was ask nicely.”

Wheeling around, I found Edison standing by the gate to the pool area, one hand carelessly tucked into the pocket of his suit pants as he stood looking like a damnGQmodel in front of me.

“I’m not sure it is what I wish,” I said carefully, reminding myself that despite the pretty room and garden and pool it was all still a part of my new cage, no matter how nice it may have been.

Alpha, my inner omega purred when his scent caught on the breeze and was carried to my nose. It sounded like someone else’s voice completely in my head.

I was told a symptom of my long battle with leukemia was that sometimes my instincts would feel detached—like a part of my brain had separated and created an entirely new person that was now sharing my brain.

A person that needed to shut her trap before I started panting over the man who’d crashed my wedding yesterday. The one who I refused to be attracted to even if he smelled divine.

Edison’s chuckle rumbled through the little hedge in the yard as he stepped inside of the gate and I saw the man who I quickly realized was an ever-present shadow come in behind the alpha.

Rhodes, my inner omega reminded me in a caressing whisper before unhelpfully adding:Alpha.

She really needed to get some better material because this was starting to get old.

“Well,” Edison said as he settled onto the lounge and rested his elbows on his knees, his fingers clasping in the valley between them. Again my eyes were drawn to the various rings he waswearing and the large signet ring of a bird on his pinky finger. “I’m Edison Keane and stone-face here is Rhodes McCreary, my second-in-command.”

As Edison spoke, I caught Oona slipping away out of the corner of my eye, leaving me alone with these two men. “And I’ve been the head of the Keane family for two years now ever since my father passed away.”

That meant that he hadn’t been in charge that night when he and Rhodes came to the hospital to be treated by Dr. Stedmeyer. It was probably why they stopped coming as well. A boss definitely didn’t get shot nearly as much as everyone else, and if they did, they had a private doctor to treat them.

But the information that Edison had just given me were things I already knew. Despite knowing it was a bad idea, I crossed my arms over my chest and shot him what had to be the brattiest glare I could manage. “And?”

Edison’s smile was slow and dangerous but for some reason fear wasn’t the emotion that was swelling in my stomach. “What else is there?”

Sucking in a steadying breath, I shrugged.

“What do you like to do? Do you have hobbies? How old are you? Normal stuff someone should know about their…” I searched for the proper word. “Fiancé.”

The jury was still out about whether or not I would go along with this man. Pack Ricci was a known entity to me, and past that night four years ago, I knew nothing about the man sitting in front of me.

A snort came from behind Edison and I watched as he turned to look at Rhodes, his expression shocked for only a breath before it smoothed out into the same suave smile he’d been wearing since the beginning of our conversation.

“I’m afraid I don’t have much free time on my hands thanks to my current…ah…career choices.”

I frowned at that because it felt like a cop out. Truly, he got to know everything about me and yet wanted to keep himself shrouded in a veil of ridiculous masculine mystery.

Opening my mouth, I was about to wish both of them a good day and scurry back to my tower, but Rhodes cut me off before I could speak.

“He likes to garden.” Rhodes nodded at the man in front of him. “And paint too. He also plays tennis every morning.”

I blinked at the man, surprised that he was saying anything at all. Rhodes, at face value, seemed to be the epitome of the tall, dark, and stone-faced stereotype that I’d come to expect from men like him.

Edison cleared his throat, clearly just as shocked by the other alpha’s intervention as I was. “He’s right. When I have time I like to do all of those things.”

“So why didn’tyoutell me about them?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

His growl met my ears, and for a moment, I thought I’d gone too far. My mouth had gotten me into trouble before, but I’d forgotten that I wasn’t in my own house giving attitude to Ethan and Miranda Chandler. No, I was being a brat to the head of a mob family.

“Sorry,” I hurried to say, my gaze dropping to my feet automatically as I kicked myself inwardly. It had been stupid to let my emotions get the best of me.

“Peregrine,” Edison’s voice met my ears and it was so soft that it had my eyes darting back up to see what his expression looked like. He didn’t seem angry—despite his earlier growl.

Edison’s dark brows were drawn together like he was trying to find the words to say but was struggling.

“Perrie,” I corrected him, my voice more gentle now.

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