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“You can’t feel the breach?”
“No.” That single word held a mountain of frustration. “The magic feels fine to me.”
I frowned. Because I still sensed that wrongness from before. A hint of something not quite right.
Maybe it was the residual stench of Vampire Alpha lingering in the halls.
Or the fact that Fare seemed to have one hell of a psychic link to Fritz.
But I suspected it was more.
“Only Omegas and their mates can pass through the barrier.” Kyra would absolutely have rolled her eyes at me for reiterating that statement.
But right now, it was important.
Because it gave me an idea I hadn’t considered before.
A question I absolutely should have asked during my initial tour, yet failed to do so because I’d been too distracted by my new mate.
I looked at Jas. “How are Omegas vetted?”
She stared at me. “What do you mean?”
“Do you check the backgrounds of the Omegas before you let them stay? Or do you just grant access to the Sanctuary to anyone who can pass through?”
Kieran had knelt beside Fritz, but he glanced up with interest now. His expression told me he, too, hadn’t considered this before and was also annoyed by that realization.
“Well, yeah. We’re a safe haven for all Omegas. We give all of them a home.”
“But do you check to see if they’re mated?” I pressed.
She frowned. “Only unmated Omegas or Omegas running from their mates come here. And we never disclose the island’s location.”
“How do you verify that?” Kieran demanded. “Or do you just take everyone at their word?”
Jas swallowed, the first hint of unease breaking through her otherwise stoic expression. “We’ve never had a reason to question anyone. Omegas look out for each other.”
As a general rule, I agreed.
But there were always outliers, those who didn’t follow the rules. That was why security checks were put in place. Trust had to be earned, not freely given.
“We need to bring Quinnlynn into this conversation,” Kieran said after a beat. “But first…” He pressed his palm to Fritz’s head and grimaced. “I see why you haven’t finished healing him.”
“It wasn’t for a lack of trying,” I admitted.
Kieran hummed. “This is going to take a bit. Call Cillian. Tell him I want a meeting scheduled for tomorrow with the Alpha Princes in Blood Sector. We need to have a very serious conversation about the future of the Sanctuary.”
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
KYRA
What day is it?
Where am I?
Who am I?
A bundle of nerves. Hot. Cold. Alone.Wet.
