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"Omegas don'tnut," she hisses like she's considering biting off a more valuable appendage than fingers.

I chuckle darkly. "Perhaps you could rewire his trauma with a better experience," I offer. "Just the three of you. You know, Wraith's sharp teeth could make for a…uniqueencounter, if you're careful."

The sweet scent of honeysuckle fills the air as Ivy's arousal spikes at my words. Her pupils dilate, those intense eyesdarkening with interest even as she tries to maintain her glare at Whiskey.

Fuck.

Maybe I was wrong about Whiskey's horrible idea.

"Getting hot there, Doc?" Whiskey's voice carries that dangerous edge that always sets my blood on fire. His eyes dance with amusement as he shifts closer.

"Shut up," I mutter. "We don't have time anyway."

"Maybe later," Ivy says, kissing my neck, her voice whispering against my throat.

"I do know a spot," I muse.

"Well," says Whiskey, slamming his palms down on his thighs. "Before we get all heated up and start fucking in front of your childhood toys, we'd better get ready for the royal feast. We don't have time to do what I wanna do to both of you right now."

I laugh in spite of myself. "You have a point."

I do hate when he's right.

Chapter

Twenty-Two

WRAITH

The sharp scent of alcohol still burns my nose.

Reminds me of...

No.

Different here.

Their hands were gentle.

Not likethem.

Touch my face through the scarf.

Feel the rough edges of scars.

Jagged places where acid ate through flesh.

Nurse said they could help with the pain.

Didn't know there was pain anymore.

Got used to it.

Like breathing.

But now that she mentioned it...

My face hurts.