Page 13 of Last Resort

“Thanks. So, we are taking the ferry over?”

“Yes. They mentioned you would know where to go.”

She picked up her bag and nodded. “Follow me.”

They followed her, and Myro grabbed her bag.

He smiled at her surprise. “Allow us to tell you about the plan for us.”

“Let’s wait until we are on the ferry.” She checked her watch and started sprinting. Breen caught her up, she pointed to the doorway in the airport, and he hauled ass to customs.

He set her down, and she was going to pull out her passport, but the official said, “We have been notified, and you need to run if you are going to catch this ferry.”

Breen nodded and picked her up again, walking rapidly through the airport until she pointed at the ferry terminal. They walked up, and grinning staff waved them onto the ferry as they entered via the ramp connecting the dock to the airport.

When they were on the ferry, the ramp lifted, and the boat started to move.

Breen walked to the upper deck and settled her on his lap while Myro sat next to them.

“So, why carry me?”

Breen laughed. “Because I counted on you still being sleepy enough not to protest. I wanted to get you into my arms sooner rather than later.”

She snorted. “Why?”

Myro chuckled. “As we sat there with you napping, Win mentioned that you don’t sleep when you fly or anywhere there are other people. So, when that was mentioned, Ohno talked to his mate and Narro, and they got on a conference call with the king and the spirits of the island, as well as some others who are there for this event, and they decided something about the teams.”

Poppy was wary. “What about the teams?”

“Well, as you know, this event is for charity,” Breen said.

“Yes. And publicity.”

Myro chuckled. “That goes without saying. So, the decision is that our little grouping was brought together by fate, and we are going to be a composite team. If we win, each charity gets a third of the accumulated profits.”

She noticed Breen’s hand on her thigh. “Makes sense, so what is making you guys circle around me?”

“We are going to be competing as ourselves. Mostly. Breen and I each have a third form.”

Poppy stilled. “What?”

“You are going to be a triumphant and free light Elite omega. We are going to be your intendeds. Your loyal dark Elite.”

“Great. How much do you want to bet that they name us team black and white or piano keys or some such?”

Breen chuckled. “Probably. I don’t mind.”

Myro shrugged. “I don’t either.”

Poppy sighed. “I am going to be out of a job when I get home. How long will it be before our companies see the first footage?”

Myro smiled. “Two days.”

“Great. I am employed for two more days.”

Myro frowned. “Why? What happens when they see what you are?”

“By the laws of the land, I will be an omega and not able to take care of my own business affairs. I become a parasite to my family, and they will have no compunction about selling me to the highest bidder. Not because they want to, but because they have to or face charges.”

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