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The group’s jaws opened in shock.

Zara gasped. “How did you survive that?”

“Well, I got myself to a hospital and had them scrub the marks. There wasn’t a lot of blood in me at the time, so it was easy in the grand scheme of things.”

Lyric asked, “Do you have a heat?”

Win snorted. “Of course not. My body barely qualifies as female anymore.”

Lyric’s voice was a whisper. “Can I see some of the scars?”

Win sighed. “I am out of here. Use any or all of the images. Congratulations on your wedding. It was a lovely event. Food looked good.” She got up and picked up her bag. “It was fun to be part of your day.”

She bowed to the quad and nodded to Lyric. She walked outside and gulped in fresh air. Win waited a moment for her spinning senses to settle and walked to her car.

“Win, wait.”

She turned and was surprised that it was Rayd who followed her. “What?”

“I am really sorry about my sister-in-law. She’s just excited to meet another one like her. Uh, if you want, I know of a few Elite omegas who might be able to help you with the scars.”

“Thank you, but why is it a concern of yours?”

He looked at her with a small smile. “I watched Zara’s scars torture her and make her life difficult. She only wore them onher own for two years, but it was hell for her. I don’t like the thought of that for anyone else. How long ago was it?”

She smiled slightly. “Twelve years. It’s fine as long as I don’t touch my own skin. The scars are nauseating.”

He winced. “Zara is going to talk to one of her bridesmaids. Wren. She is familiar with strange assists for unusual ailments.”

“It isn’t an ailment. It is just scar tissue. I have been hearing that the recovery centres have been getting more funding for alpha attacks, but my injuries are old, and I can live and work with them. My insurance doesn’t cover the rehab either.” She smiled. “It was nice working for you. Congratulations again. You make a lovely legion.”

“You know we are a legion?”

She grinned. “There is a folder on the drive called enhanced images. That is how I see you together.”

He blinked. “I really want to help. Take my card. If you need anything, just call. I will be there to help. Something tells me you are going to need it.”

She took his card, and it was for a helicopter charter service. “Uh, thank you. I am going to go. The images are yours to do with as you like.”

“Thank you again for stepping in when Harry decided he couldn’t handle the job.”

“No problem. I enjoy taking the pictures; I just despise the business aspect of it. Too peopley.” She wiggled her fingers. “Have a good day.”

She got into her car and drove off, trying to find her way back into rush-hour traffic.

She had her money, the pictures were handed off, and she could forget all about the wedding as soon as she archived her copies of the images. Time to get back to the daily routine that comforted her.

The next morning, Win was dressed and thinking about where to have coffee when she got a text.

Hey, Win. This is Lyric. Listen, I was a little too enthusiastic yesterday and would love to meet you for coffee. Do you know the cat café on Seventh?

Win responded.Yes. I am a few blocks away. I can walk there if necessary.

Can I meet you there in twenty minutes? I really need to apologize for butting into your private business.

Fine. I am hungry. You have been warned.

See you in twenty.

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