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"It's badass," says Whiskey, letting out a low whistle.

I notice how Ivy's eyes widen slightly at the sight. How she unconsciously leans forward, drawn to the beauty in spite of herself.

I'm not the only one with good taste.

We're met at the private station by a contingent of guards in pristine white uniforms. They escort us through marble halls and down winding staircase after winding staircase to what can only be described as a dungeon, though it's the cleanest, most elegant dungeon I've ever seen.

There's even a fountain.

Wish my old cell had a fountain.

"Put her in there," Thane commands, gesturing to the cot. Even that's velvet.

Wraith lays the omega down with surprising gentleness, considering she tried to bash our heads in.

"How do we handle this?" Whiskey asks, turning to us. "Can't exactly torture an omega for information."

"I can," Ivy says.

We all turn to stare at her.

"What?" She crosses her arms. "You think I don't know how to get information out of someone? Besides, she's clearly not as helpless as she pretends to be."

"We're not torturing omegas," Thane mutters.

I lean back against the pristine white wall of the cell, watching the others debate what to do with our captive as if we can do anything but stand around with our thumbs up our asses.

She's an omega.

All we can really do is inconvenience her.

"She clearly knows something valuable, or Raven wouldn't have reacted that way when he saw her," says Plague.

"What was that about anyway?" Whiskey asks, pacing.

"He may have recognized her," I chime in. "Orhe fell in love at first sight. We Vrissians are irresistible, after all."

"You think she's Vrissian?" Thane asks, frowning. "What would a Vrissian omega be doing with a beta from the Council?"

I shrug. "It would hardly be the first time an oligarch procured a pet from elsewhere."

"Yeah, a 'pet' he abandoned at the first sign of trouble," Whiskey snorts. "Far as I can tell, we gotta worry more about Raven comin' after the little psycho than Filch."

"There were scent suppressants being pumped in through the air vents," Thane muses, glancing at the sleeping omega. I can see the wheels turning behind those dark eyes, coming to the same suspicions plaguing the rest of us.

Everyone but Whiskey, at any rate. I doubt he has anything going on between his temples but a light breeze.

"I felt the air clear up when Whiskey broke the window," Ivy says thoughtfully. "Maybe that's when Raven noticed."

"Good point," I purr with an impressed smile.

She rolls her eyes, as if she thinks I'm being sarcastic. And I suppose I have only myself to blame for that, but nothing could be further from the truth.

She's always been clever.

Clever enough to want nothing to do with me.

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