Page 21 of Last Resort

She put on the cuff and touched the door. It unlocked immediately.

Deno said, “If you lose it for whatever reason, let us know immediately. We can easily re-key it.”

“Oh, good. So, the big cuffs aren’t necessary?”

Deno smiled slowly. “If that is what you are interested in, go see Ahheel. She has some prototypes that we are eager to see in use.”

“Wow. You have hit island life hard.”

He chuckled. “I was supposed to be born here, but I gave my mom grief, and we had to be flown out on my sister’s birthday. It feels very natural and comfortable to be here again.”

She pressed the door open and then looked to Breen. “I can take my bag now, please.”

He shrugged. “I will bring it in.”

She wrinkled her nose and said, “Fine. Don’t touch anything. I don’t want my room reeking of alpha.”

He was amused and not hurt.

She pushed into the room, and it was lovely. Huge bed, so much light, and something that got her excited was a huge rattan swing on her deck lined with super soft fabrics. She grinned and hopped slightly but then remembered Breen was behind her. “Can you put the bag down?”

“I can.”

He didn’t move.

“Will you?”

He grinned. “Do I get a tip?”

She looked up at his bright, dark red, and gold eyes. “Fine, but I am not hopping. Bend down.”

He didn’t hesitate. He leaned down, and she grabbed his face with her hands, kissing him softly until she felt like moving closer. She stopped and let his head go. He grinned. “Where would you like the bag, ma’am?”

“On the floor. I am not paying extra for delivery.”

Myro was chuckling from the doorway. “Come on, Breen. We have to change, and she has to change, and then we are going to the palace for a chat.”

She inclined her head. “Shoo, Breen. I will see you guys downstairs in a few minutes.”

He grinned and walked out. She waved at Deno and closed her door. She looked at the hanging chair wistfully and then turned to the bed. She laughed. “Right.”

The dress was black and floaty, with elegant panels that exposed her legs from above the knee and downward. The top was simple, and a black crop top of the same floaty fabric. The black strapless bra was stretchy, and the panties could barely qualify as underwear. Haravin was going to get such a pinch.

Sandals were tucked next to the bed, and when she was dressed, Poppy put on the shoes. She twirled in place and giggled. The bracelet was annoying but nearly blended with her shiny, pale skin. Transforming into an Elite omega hadn’t been her idea, but she had gotten used to it after a few years.

She got her phone charging and looked around again. She was inching toward the comfy seat when there was a knock on the door.

“Poppy. It’s time to go,” Myro’s voice came through the door.

She groaned and blew a kiss to the comfy chair.

She stalked to the door and opened it then closed it with a slam. She blinked, trying to get the image off her retinas. Two dark Elite, red eyes blazing, white hair neatly brushed back, wearing a floor-length sarong, and absolutely nothing else except for their wristbands.

“Uh... Poppy?” Breen sounded confused.

She rubbed her face and then opened the door again, stepping into the hall and pulling her door closed. She headed to the stairs and then made her way to the snack bar, getting water from the dispenser and chugging it down.

Deno grinned. “You clean up well, Poppy.”

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