They knew?
Brady nodded. “Indigo is my mate.”
He said the words just as another figure entered the room. Hyde’s amethyst eyes widened in shock, and then his expression shut down completely.
“Congratulations,” he said.
A general air of discomfort gripped the room, and a light tension rippled over us.
“Awkward much,” Carlo drawled.
Aidan nudged him with a stern frown.
Lloyd set down his blade. “You have our rotation?” he asked Hyde, all business-like.
“I do.” Hyde held up a piece of thick paper. “Only a week. I also have your trial teams.”
Shit. The trials.
“It’s bullshit,” Devon said.
Hyde’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”
“The trials are a waste of time,” Brady answered for Devon.
“Then you should sail through them,” Hyde snapped. He turned and walked away. “Get to work. The mist won’t patrol itself.”
“Whoa, someone’s pissed,” Carlo said.
Yeah, and I knew exactly why. I touched Brady lightly on the arm. “I’ll be right back.”
I caught up to Hyde by the exit. He was standing facing the door, shoulders heaving as if he was trying to wrestle a huge emotion.
“Hyde?”
He stiffened. “Yes?”
“Um, Brunner asked me to give this to you.” I held out the envelope.
He turned to me and looked down at the paper. “You came here to give me that?” He bit out the words.
No. I’d come to see if he was okay, to be alone with him for a few seconds before he pissed off, but telling him that would be too painful. It would be opening wounds that we needed to let settle and heal.
I met his gaze evenly. “Yes.”
He practically ripped the envelope from my hand before opening it and scanning the contents.
“Larkin’s gone?” He looked up at me from beneath dark brows. “You saw him before he left?”
I cleared my throat. “So did you.”
The memory of his head between my thighs, his mouth sucking on my nub had my cheeks heating.
He took half a step toward me. “You let him claim you?”
Yeah, we weren’t discussing Larkin any longer. “I love Brady.”
His lips curled in a cruel smile. “You love him so much you almost let me fuck you a week ago.”