Page 21 of I Dated a Holiday Hero
“Yes. And some who can take a knot without the omega scents.”
Worro’s eyes lit up. “How does one hire one of these ladies?”
“You need to fill out an application, have a full medical, and if you are going to date an omega over her heat, you will have to be temporarily sterilized.”
“Ah, but you can ride an omega through a heat?”
“If she lets you. She would actually have to like you for that to happen.” Krix chuckled. “They have the final say. If they don’t like you, they don’t have to go for a repeat.”
“And she repeats for you?”
“A few times, but I need her to have this. It’s important.”
Worro nodded. “I see. Well, describe these wings to me. I will make some tea. Come into the workshop.”
Krix followed the man with blood-dark hair and charcoal clothing.
“I don’t know much about the wings, but she said that even cut off, they flapped and tried to fly.”
Worro blinked. “That is pretty specific. What colour are they?”
“She used to be black with a rainbow sheen. I am guessing that they would be soft black.”
“What colour is she now?”
“Her skin is pale now. She’s Ambassador Veradil’s daughter. Adopted.” Krix said, “When I flew her home, she mentioned her wings. If she didn’t say it, I still heard it.”
“Can you give me that image?” Worro asked as he brought over mugs of tea.
“Sure.” Krix touched Worro’s temple and gave him the discussion and all that he had picked up during the flight.
“She’s charming.”
“Yes. She is. Extremely intelligent and very sweet.”
“I see.” Worro blinked. “I have them.”
“What?”
“I have the wings. They are in Uradda, under rubble. They are very much alive.” Worro blinked.
Krix projected maps of the Uraddan capital on the table. “Where?”
Worro reached out and moved the map. “Here. This facility. This is where the wings are.”
“Thank you. What do you want for the information?”
Worro smiled. “Show me how to apply to the BDC, and what is your escort’s number?”
Krix blinked. “Why?”
“Because, having seen her through your eyes, she is precisely my type.”
“You are going to steal her?”
“No, she’s an escort. She is not exclusive to you, nor you to her.”
Krix blinked. “I suppose that’s right.”
