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“Aisling somehow gathers people to her,” Caelin says. “I saw it at the restaurant where she was having her dates from the app. They all made sure she was okay each time she went in, cheered on her reasons for dating, and then didn’t hesitate to fuck up Pack Dayton when they misstepped.”

“Fuck,” Domh mutters. “She’s just such a good person. The things they’re doing atOmega’s Havenare going to push other cities to do the same. I have four law offices who have agreed to give pro bono hours to Aisling and Wren’s clients. I haven’t had a chance to tell her. I mean, I don’t even know if I should at thispoint. They’re contacting the office to make arrangements to set up ongoing legal aid services.”

“I wouldn’t tell her yet,” Aiden says. “Yes, I know that we’re keeping more secrets from her, but I don’t want to emotionally blackmail her into forgiving us either.”

The three of us stare at him for a while, and I wonder who the hell he is.

“What did you just say?” Domh asks.

“I may have gone to see Aisling’s therapist after the alley incident,” Aiden sighs.

My ass hits the mattress in shock, while he shrugs.

“Something has to fucking change, because we’re losing her, guys,” he says. “Aisling is depressed and overwhelmed. We aren’t supposed to add to her load.”

“Aisling is so busy, she reacts best to acts of service,” I say. “Our omega has people to give her everything if you think about it. Pack Mohan showers her with friendship. Her work fulfills her need to help others not suffer through what she did.”

“So who takes care of her at the end of the day?” Domh asks. “Aisling is so fucking stressed out.”

“Every day, there are multiple emergencies,” Aiden mutters.

“I’ve noticed that,” I say, looking down at Aisling. I want to cuddle her, but don’t want to wake her up. “She needs to fix things with her dad. I don’t think she’ll be ready for anything until she does that.”

“We’ll either encourage her to go see him or suggest taking her out for a surprise and drop her ass off,” Aiden says.

Snorting, I shake my head.Glad to see he hasn’t changed too much.

“More kidnapping,” I wheeze. “Excellent plan.”

“I think what bugs me the most is that I don’t know what is going on in our poppet’s mind,” Caelin says. “Sometimes shelooks like she’s in pain, others, as if the entire world is on her shoulders.”

“No, I think Aisling stopped pretending,” Domh says. “When she’s atOmega’s Haven, she hides away whatever is wrong or bothering her. Her problems don’t matter in her eyes when she’s helping others. By the time she gets home, she’s tired of pretending.”

“Digging for answers just pisses her off,” Aiden grumbles. “Aisling hates questions.”

“I think she hates explaining herself,” Domh interjects. “I thought she was going to bite my head off when she went grocery shopping. She’s used to doing what she wants, when she needs to do it. Having someone following her every move is grating.”

“I told her I would burn the world down,” Aiden says. “It’s no less true now than it was before, and I think we all would do this. Aisling needs help but doesn’t like to accept it.”

“So we’ll keep contacting people for services that she clearly needs and direct them toward her,” Domh says.

“That women’s group is going to be a fucking problem. Mom said they’re savage,” I tell them.

“She told the Whalen Society that they've been obnoxious,” Aiden says.

“A part of me just wants to scare the shit out of them,” I say with a snicker.

“After they say whatever they have to say to her,” Caelin grunts. “We can visit their next meeting while masked up and scare the fuck out of them. Maybe a couple of their tickers will give out.”

“Fuck around and find out,” Domh says with an evil grin.

“You’re not even going to try to talk us out of it, are you?” I ask, smirking.

“Nope,” he says. “I keep you from getting locked up for your foolishness.”

Damn skippy he does.

Aisling

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