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“We’re working on it,” I grumble. There’s something about being dressed down by this usually quiet, brown haired omega that’s unsettling.

“She’s like a sniper, man,” Shaw says as Wren turns to give Aisling a hug. “Wren attacks when you’re least expecting it. She’s tired of seeing her best friend sad, and frankly, I have to agree that it’s getting old.”

Blowing out a breath, I nod, following her to the SUV. I’m terrible at grand gestures, since I’m so used to working in the shadows. I have a lot to think about.

Aisling

I’m getting on Aiden’s last nerve and I don’t even care. I’ve made half a dozen stops today, and I’m finally getting food. I was in such a hurry, I forgot to pack a lunch, but if I’m honest with myself, that’s what happens often.

The finger sandwiches and mini croissants from this morning are long gone from my stomach, and I’m starving.

“There’s a diner off twelfth street,” I tell him, rubbing my stomach as it complains at me. Domh would have been yelling at me already, but Aiden merely gazes stoically out the windshield. “Can we stop there?”

“Dining in or taking out?” he asks, bored. Okay, so he may be getting on my last nerve.

“Since you probably want to eat, we’ll go in, Hayes,” I say, annoyed.

“So nice of you to think of me, Princess,” he drawls. “If you’re hungry, you can go inside and eat by yourself like a big girl.”

I have my knife back, but force myself to breathe. I need to stop poking holes in people who piss me off.

Am I the problem? Do I have anger management problems?

Rolling my eyes as he pulls up to the corner, I hop out, glad I have cash and my debit card on me. Walking past the diner, I walk down to a sandwich shop to eat there. If I’m eating alone, I don’t want to do it at a diner.

Holding back a happy moan as I take a bite of my turkey, bacon, avocado and tomato sandwich, my lashes flutter as I chew. I need to flirt more with food. I know I don’t eat enough, and sometimes it’s because I’m simply not hungry.

Depression is a bitch.

As if I summoned her, Dr. Alys’ number flashes across the screen. Sighing, I take a sip of water to wash down my food. Wren has been fielding most of her calls because I’ve been avoiding her. I guess the respite is over.

“Hello,” I say, answering the phone.

“There you are,” Dr. Alys says. “I swear, I’ve missed you whenever I come by the shelter to do sessions.”

Is it considered missing me if I’m hiding out somewhere else?

“I know,” I lie. “It’s been a busy few weeks.”

“Is that why you haven’t rescheduled your session?" sheasks. “Or are you hiding?”

“I’m hiding,” I grunt. “I got kidnapped by a pack apparently with my father’s blessing, so I don’t feel like talking.”

The silence goes for so long that I hang up and keep eating. Maybe it’s rude, but I don’t have time for someone’s shock. I live the day to day of this.

Managing to eat half my sandwich, I wrap the other half to snack on at work, and drop it into the to go bag. Shoving my phone in my purse, I head out of the shop, seeing Aiden parkedin a street parking spot. Opening the door to the passenger side, I climb inside.

“Change your mind, Princess?” Aiden asks.

“Princess’ prerogative,” I mutter, lips twitching.

Snorting, he steals the bag, pulling out the other half of the sandwich to eat as he drives in silence. So much for my snack later.

“I don’t trust the food delivery people, so I’m going to go into work early,” I tell him.

“Princess, you’ve been working all day,” he says. “Just because you’re not atOmega’s Havendoesn’t mean you’re not living and breathing it.”

That was oddly observant.

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