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And if for some reason he doesn’t, Onyx will fill him in.
“I’ll need to prepare myself for the headache you and Rio are going to induce with all your incessant bickering,” I mutter as I hit the Send button. “But at least you two have figured out how to converse without me being present.”
Something that’s going to be increasingly important as my Omega goes into heat.
Speaking of… I think, my nose twitching as her scent nears. “Anything else?” I ask my brother, suddenly very eager for him to leave.
His brow furrows, then he glances toward the balcony and the stairs that ascend to my room. “When would you like me to take over as temporary Prince of Gold Sector?”
I smile. “Now would be nice.” Taliana isn’t in heat yet, but I hope to change that today.
Because I have an idea.
One I intend to run by her after I take her for a flight.
“Are there any pertinent items I need to be aware of?” Onyx asks, all business as Taliana appears on the stairs.
“I think you’re aware of everything that’s coming,” I tell him, referring to Rio and his sister. “I trust you to handle the arrangements.”
He nods. “I’ll be naming Savan as temporary Second.”
“That’s fine.” He’s one of our most trustworthy generals. He also likely would have been assigned as Taliana’s guardian had I not stepped into the position.
That was why my brother told him to escort her to Doctor Taylor that first day.
And why I dismissed Savan when I saw his reactions to her fear.
She wasn’t his to soothe.
She’s mine.
A fact that resonates as she enters my office wearing nothing but a sheet.
“Consider the sector handled, brother,” Onyx says, his silver eyes flashing with a hint of emotion. Surprisingly, it looks a lot like approval. “Princess,” he murmurs to my intended mate as he stands.
Her eyes widen as he inclines his head in a show of respect.
“I’ll ensure you both have everything you need,” he adds, then straightens. “See you in a week or so.”
He vanishes before I can reply, leaving my little diamond blinking. “He didn’t have to leave,” she whispers.
“Oh, he did.” I push away from my desk and slowly prowl toward her. “You’re on the verge of your heat, and you’re mine. It’s dangerous for any Alpha to be near you right now.”
Her small nose crinkles. “Because I might induce a rut?”
“Because I might kill anyone who looks at you the wrong way,” I correct her. “I’m possessive, printesa mea. I’m the only one allowed to be near you right now.” I wrap my palm around her nape, pulling her into me for a long, sensuous kiss.
She’s practically panting by the time I release her, causing my lips to curl.
“Let’s go for a flight,” I murmur, my gaze roaming over her makeshift cloak. “And lose the sheet.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
TALIANA
“A flight?”I repeat, a flurry of butterflies blossoming to life in my belly. “As in…”
“As in my dragon wants to take you for a ride,” Oros says, his words a breath against my lips. “Now drop the sheet, and I’ll shift for you.”
