Page 206 of Juliet & Her Romeos

“Both.”

“Do you know who else is in the audience?” Swan thrums with happiness. It’s like a sudden sun blast through the bond. “Link and his entire Saints pack accepted the invitation.”

I smile, pleased. “That’s great, Feathers.”

Swan looks down. “I wasn’t sure… I mean, he’s this badass bodyguard, and I’m—”

“A fucking badass dancer.” I catch Swan’s gaze. “You survived this academy. You made sure that everybody else did too. And you became the principal.”

“A mesmerizing principal.”

“And there’s the Swan that I know and love.”

Swan’s expression becomes more serious. “Amby has made sure that he’ll be sitting in the front row next to Laurent and his mom. Next to Olivia on the other side will be the only officials who Amby said he trusted, Sheriff Dante and his deputy from the Marshal pack. When she reacts — no matter what she does — they’ll be witnesses.”

“And they can follow Olivia, if she leaves the theater.”

“She will.”

Swan stretches, glancing at the stage. “Five minutes to go.”

I pale.

This is suddenly very real.

Swan instantly notices my shift in mood.

“Hey, we’ve got this. We’ll be on fire,” Swan snarls. “Let’s show everybody why Omegas and Betas should be allowed to dance together.”

Unexpectedly, Dimitri stalks through the shadows toward Swan and me.

Frightened, I glance over my shoulder toward the stage.

“Shit.” Swan drags me as close to the stage as we can go.

But Dimitri doesn’t stop.

His expression is thunderous.

This is the first time that I’ve seen Dimitri, since I was bonded, and he doesn’t appear to care that we’re now part of a powerful pack.

Dimitri’s military neat ice white hair and beard are gelled down. He’s wearing an ivory suit. His pale blue eyes are flaming with rage.

Swan bares his teeth, standing firmly in front of me. “Here to show your support?”

“More to hope that you break a leg.” Dimitri snatches Swan by the front of his flowing costume and slams him face first against the wall.

Swan groans.

My eyes widen in horror.

Dimitri’s not even hiding his brutality like he normally does in public.

What the hell is going on?

“Stop it.” I wrest at Dimitri’s arm, but it’s like dragging on a tree trunk.

I wildly look around for Vito, but he’s on the far side of the stage with his back to me.

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