Page 48 of Snows Sinful Seven

All five sets of eyes snap in my direction. “Really?” Gabe grunts.

“Yup.” I nod.

We all make our way down the hall and stand in the doorway of Snow’s room.

“Okay. So this can go here,” she murmurs to herself. “And that over there.” She grabs a pillow and places it on the bed. Then removes it, shaking her head. “No, that's not right.”

She continues to flutter around the room, moving things as she goes.

We leave her to do her thing.

“Do you think she’s going into heat?” Sterling asks, keeping his voice low as we stand around in the kitchen.

“Soon,” I tell him before looking at the rest of them. “That's why we need to talk to her.”

Gabe shoots me a glaring look. “She’s not ready to hear the truth.”

“And what makes you think that?” Henry cocks a brow. “You’ve smelled her, right? She sure as hell isn’t scared of us, that's for sure.”

“No. But being aroused by us is one thing, and finding out the gods have picked her to be our mate is another. Plus, she doesn’t even know that she’s an omega, which means she’s not fully human. On top of that, she’s a princess for fucks sake. She’s not going to want to be tied down to us for the rest of her life. And did you forget about the fact she has feelings for Regina?”

“She’s never said so.” Henry frowns.

“Be for real right now,” Gabe deadpans. “The way she worries about her isn’t how one worries about a friend, but someone they care for a lot more—like how we would worry about her if we were in her shoes.

“Doesn’t matter, Gabe. We are having that talk. Tomorrow after work.” I’m leaving no room for argument. He doesn't need to be there when I tell her.

“What's everyone talking about?” Snow asks as she steps into the kitchen.

We all hush, bringing our attention to the tiny princess.

“What we’re going to have for supper,” Henry answers, giving her a big smile.

“Oh. I already have that covered.” She gives him a beaming smile back. “How does everyone feel about spaghetti and meatballs with a side of garlic bread?”

Henry groans dramatically. “A woman who knows my heart! Or should I say my stomach?” He bends down and places a kiss to the top of her head.

Snow blushes, and we can all smell her perfume.

I shoot Gabe a look, and he huffs, no longer able to deny the truth.

We just have to hope and have faith that she’s going to continue to prove to us that she’s not like everyone else.

Not that we expect her to be with us, she has free will and can choose what she wants. But something tells me Snow isn’t going to run like Gabe says.

She wants us, maybe not as much as we want her, but there’s hope. I’m choosing to have hope.

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