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After a moment, Brock speaks again. “Faye, we are looking into what happened with that girl. If we find evidence against the culprit, no matter who that is, they will be handled appropriately.”

I can only nod. I don’t trust myself to speak.

“But you should know, as of this time we do not see anything to indicate Kurt is responsible for her death, so you may need to open your heart to the possibility that while Kurt got… too excited with you, he may not be the bad person you haveconvinced yourself he is. He may end up becoming a loving and wonderful partner.”

My eyes feel dull and lifeless. “You think the man who killed my brother will become a loving partner to me? Understood.”

“Faye…” Lance says gently, but he says nothing more.

If I wasn’t in front of them, I’d laugh at the absurdity of Kurt becoming a “loving and wonderful partner.” My gaze finds Brock’s, and I can see it in his eyes. Even he doubts his own words. Even he doesn’t think Kurt is as wonderful as these men seem to be making him out to be.

“Explore your bond with Kurt regardless of how you feel. That’s an order,” he says, leaning back.

My entire body deflates with relief the next time he speaks, his voice echoing through the room. “You are dismissed.”

10

Faye

The meeting with the ultimas felt like a thousand years ago, but in reality, it’d been less than an hour ago. Immediately upon reaching my room, Addilyn had been waiting outside my door to tell me that all the omegas had to find baskets for the next event. Baskets that had been placed randomly around the castle.

My heart had sunk. I’d needed a few minutes to myself to decide how to handle what the ultimas had ordered, but I guess that wouldn’t be happening. I wasn’t sure what the ultimas would be doing to us next, but I wondered how I would make it look like I was including Kurt withoutactuallyincluding him.

It’d be tricky. I couldn’t be openly defiant, but I also couldn’t handle being near him.What am I supposed to do?

“So,” she begins, choosing to start heading up the stairs. “How did game night go?”

I blush, remembering how exactly game night had gone. “Well, the guys chased Kurt out of my room, which was a relief, so I just played with Cayson and Ezra.”

A smile teases the corners of her mouth. “And how did that go?”

I feel like I could melt into the floor. “It went well. I learned… a lot of new things.”

She opens a door at random. “Like what?”

Does she know? No way she knows.“Like that Cayson plays recklessly, and that Ezra follows all the rules.”

“That can’t have been a surprise to you,” Addilyn comments, choosing another room and glancing in, but there are no baskets in sight.

“No, not that,” I admit.

Addilyn spins on me. “So, what exactly happened? You’re obviously embarrassed about something.”

I take a deep breath, deciding to be honest. Knowing that I need to talk to someone about this. “We decided to turn the game into… a strip game.”

“Oh boy!” she says, her eyes brightening. “And how far did things get? I mean, Ezra and Cayson are pretty hunky dressed, I imagine they just got hotter with each piece of clothes they removed.”

My face is on fire. “Right.”

“So, how far did it go?” She’s bouncing on her toes.

I hesitate, then say, “Far.”

There’s glee in her expression. She lifts her hands, palms facing each other, just a few inches from each hand. “Tell me where to stop.” She keeps separating her hands further and further, to indicate the size of their dicks. When they get super far from each other, she says, “No way!”

I laugh with embarrassment. “I’m not doing this.”

“I’m starting again,” she says, then starts drawing her hands slowly apart again.

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