Page 41 of Sawyer

“Keep dreaming, Sin.”

“I’m not dreaming, princess. I’m making plans,” he retorts.

Clearing his throat, Rumor swings back onto the main road. “Let’s just get to the station.”

“I’m eating all of these,” Sawyer says without a shred of shame and bites into another pastry. From my seat, I can make out cream spilling onto her lips, and damn me to hell and back, but it gives me all kinds of ideas.

“Exactly,” Sin whispers.

“What meetings do you have today?” I’m fighting for control, mostly for my cock that feels like it’s going to burst through my pants and point in her direction.

“I mostly just have lunch with my cameraman,” she says while licking her fingers again.

“Man?” Sin interrupts.

“Freddy.”

“Terrible name,” Sin scoffs. “I say we kill him.”

“You can’t kill him because…” She turns in her seat. “Why do you want to kill him?”

“He’s male.”

“You need a better reason than that, Sin,” she argues, dropping the other half of her pastry into the box.

“No, I really don’t.”

“Why do you even care?”

“Because you are mine.”

“So that’s it,” she muses. “This allows you a chance to play house for your future omega. Got it.”

“There will never be another omega for me.” Sin drops that bombshell just as Rumor pulls into the parking lot of Central Daily.

No one speaks, because no one knew Sin had an omega.

Sawyer is the first to speak up. “I’m sorry.”

“Let’s say we both have a stake in this case.” Sin climbs out and opens her door for her, and just like that, his mood shifts to tricky and playful.

My eyes meet Rumor’s in the rearview, and he nods. He will look into that, because not even the monarch told me in my briefing.

That is something I should have known. It also explains Sin, his actions, and his moods, especially the one regarding him being in a constant state of drunkenness for months.

He’s grieving.

One by one, we climb out and head toward the building with large, open windows and a fountain out front.

She sways her hips and commands the room as we step inside Central Daily, and Sawyer’s entire persona changes. Though her sass and bravado crept out when she first saw me, now she wears it as her only disposition. The shift is just as dramatic as Sin’s.

Following behind her, I look over every single person in this entryway. Each of them is a threat until I deem them otherwise. The area is open and extravagant, with people entering and leaving. They all watch her. Not us. Her.

She does not know the allure she wields.

Her heels clack as she nears the reception area. “Denise, I’ll need three visitor badges for the day.”

Denise, a middle-aged beta with thick black hair and black-rimmed glasses that take up her entire face, gawks at us before she registers Sawyer’s words. “Are you sure about that?”

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