Page 24 of Gold Sector
That’s true; I heard him say that, too. “Okay.” I guess that means… I can wander? Explore? Maybe just… look at the view?
“Make yourself at home, Taliana,” she tells me. “Take a shower or a bath. Grab some water from his en-suite kitchen. Do whatever you need to feel comfortable. Trust me, he won’t mind.”
My lips twist, but I nod and repeat, “Okay.” Taylor claimed they were friends. So… so she must know what he’ll be fine with and what he won’t like, right? “Thank you for your guidance, and, um, everything.”
For not judging me for taking suppressants.
For not judging me for having a wolf.
For not judging me for, well, everything.
I didn’t add any of those items aloud, though. Primarily because I have no way of knowing if she truly judges me or not. But she doesn’t seem to.
In fact, she said I wasn’t the only one without a dragon on the island.
But she never elaborated on what that meant or where they might be.
Maybe Oros will tell me.
“If you need anything else, just touch the screen here. It’ll call up an operator for you.” She gestures to the all-white wall, making my eyes narrow until she presses her palm to the center. Then my eyes widen as the cement-like texture transforms into a touch screen.
“Wow,” I breathe. “Does that happen on every wall?”
“No, only the ones with markings.” She flicks her wrists to cause the technology to disappear once more, then points to a raised white stone. “These, see?”
“Oh.” Yeah, I see it… sort of. It’s barely visible.
“You’ll start to notice them, but a trick is to look near elevator bays like this one.” She moves toward said elevator while speaking and clicks the button beside it—that one I can see because it’s framed by gold metal. “I’ll be back to check on you tomorrow.”
“Okay. Um, thank you again.”
“Anytime.” With another of her friendly grins, she gives me a wave and ducks into the elevator as soon as it opens, leaving me alone in Oros’s suite.
I stand there for a moment, then decide to “make myself at home” like she suggested and give myself a tour.
Thirty minutes later, a few things are clear to me.
First, this suite has no windows and barely any exterior walls.
Second, gold is the decorative metal of choice.
Third, there’s only one bed.
Oh, it’s a massive bed, one clearly designed for a dragon. Which means sharing it isn’t impossible.
Except my wolf is already begging me tonest.
I can’t remember the last time I experienced this urge. Maybe before taking my suppressants? When I nearly went into my first heat?
Regardless, it’s hitting me hard now.
Hence the reason I’m currently standing next to the giant bed, holding a pillow.
A pillow that smells like an autumn campfire.Smoky sensuality. Warmth on a cold night. A blissful?—
The clearing of a throat has me whirling around and meeting the gaze of an Alpha with vibrant silver eyes.
He arches a silver-white brow as I continue to gape at him. “Erm.” I clear my throat. “Hi?”
