Page 6 of Juliet & Her Romeos

I know that he’s joking to calm me. He’s become good at that.

Swan freezes, before relaxing against me.

I know the dominant look that Swan means. And how can I forget Ambrose’s growl?

Tall, golden haired, with unusual amber eyes.

I’ve tried to forget the high school quarterback who captured my heart.

I grew up in the enemy Cinders pack. No matter how much I’ve yearned for him, Ambrose will never select me as his Omega.

He won’t be allowed to.

Only, he wanted me when we were in high school, didn’t he?

Then why did Ambrose leave for England? Why did he abandon me, when I needed him the most?

“Amby is probably not even in America.” I allow myself to enjoy Swan’s touch.

My skin tingles.

I feel like I can barely draw in breath, when Swan is this close.

I’m desperate to scream:I love you, I love you, I love you…

But I can’t. And it’s killing me.

Does Swan love me too?

“Amby is here,” Swan says with his typical air of certainty. “He wouldn’t miss us having just turned twenty and our chance to become the most important dancers in the company, the principals.”

“Prima and primo,” I whisper. “Our dream, which we’ve worked toward all these years. No Omega has achieved it. But do you think that Amby remembers us?”

Outraged, Swan lets go of me.

He spins into the center of the room with such fluid grace that it seems like magic. “Are you saying that he could forgetthis?”

I chuckle. “I couldn’t.”

“We’re fated. I keep telling you.”

Swan believes in myths.

I don’t have the heart to tell him that I used to believe in fairy tales.

I don’t anymore.

Ballets are filled with such stories,Cinderella,The Nutcracker, andSleeping Beauty.

But ballets aren’t real.

They’re also equally filled with as many tales that end in tragedy:Romeo and Juliet,Swan Lake, andThe Red Shoes.

What type would our love story be?

“How do you know that if Amby was here, he’d bond with us?” I demand.

Swan leaps in a breathtaking sequence toward me. “Because I’m the best.”

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