Page 7 of Dewpoint
I absolutely agreed.
Plus, now I understood he was tired of them too once long meetings like that were done.
“Whatever is happening here, I hope soon you’ll trust me to let me in,” Treena said as she gestured between us.
I pulled her into a tense hug. “Treena, I trust you with everything. The vault—anything and everything.”
“We’re protecting you,” Myriam sighed, undoubtedly having already told her this. “If I can scent when you lie, so will others, and this isn’t something you want to risk following you in being queen. Just leave it alone.”
“I would risk it for you,” Treena whispered, kissing my cheek.
“I couldn’t ever ask that and you wouldn’t either.”
She leaned away and searched my eyes before glancing at Myriam. “Just promise me you’re being safe. It’s not—you’re not risking your life, right? I know things are bad, but—you’re being smart?”
“I’m always smart,” Myriam purred but then got serious. “I’ve got this. I’ll keep her safe. It would just be a scandal, and I’m making sure even if people found out that it couldn’t land on her too bad.”
Treena let it go after that and I quickly ate, finally getting a chance to glance at my phone.
Onyx: I’m so, SO sorry, Sagan. I was a complete asshole. There’s no defending it, but please let me explain.
I snorted.
Me: You’re not blocked. Do what you want.
I was shocked when the three dots appeared and he was immediately responding.
Onyx: It’s hot when you know your worth and push back. Not the point but fuck, it’s hot.
Onyx: Yesterday he kept it together. You were in those robes that would have hid anyone’s figure. People were saying different things about you not wearing makeup—I thought it was perfect. You embraced what you said and the areas and their bounty was to shine through.
Onyx: TODAY you came in like our QUEEN and the boss, beyond gorgeous wearing those leggings and fitted top, baby girl. Everyone—even the mated ones—took notice and drooled. So many had to adjust how they sat and the rage—I’m sorry.
Onyx: I took too much joy in being petty, but it was FOR YOU, Sagan. He was seething mad that others now knew howgorgeous you were and they all realized you could have landed so much better. He can’t spin it anymore that—he can’t spin anything anymore. And we all saw his reaction.
I wasn’t sure of any of that and set my phone down while he was still typing so I could eat. I had to leave soon for a big fight and… I just didn’t want to deal with this.
Myriam had my phone in her hand before I could even blink and was reading it. “‘Baby girl?’ That’s not an endearment you call someone you’re not intimate with.”
“It’s not one you call someone at all,” Treena muttered as she wrinkled up her nose but then glanced at me. “I’m sorry, you like it.”
I sighed. “I did—I do from him or…” I stuffed my mouth with too big of a bite, which amused them both, and tried to sort out my thoughts. “You’ve both known love and been treated softer. Even you, Myriam, until whatever happened with you father.”
“And him calling you ‘baby girl’ makes you feel more feminine?” Treena offered, chuckling when I shrugged.
“‘But you were completely right and I stepped all over your moment and for you to shine as our leader and I’m so sorry,’” Myriam read.
They shared a glance and then Treena asked me something else about the meeting we were going to follow up with. I didn’t realize what they were up to until too late and then I slowly looked back at Myriam while her thumbs were flying.
She snorted and tossed my phone towards me. “At least he’s smarter than most. I bet he would have figured it out faster if he wasn’t thinking with his dick. For real though, that man has itbadfor you. It’s not an act.”
Treena managed to snake my phone before I could. “No, my guards talk about him filling their nostrils with lust too. I heard them wondering if any of the females in the castle wereinto wolves.” She shot me a look when I couldn’t hide my worry. “They’re not sexist jerks. They would never pressure or—they’re good guys. Father chose well.”
“Sorry, that seems to be rare,” I grumbled. “And I have no idea that answer.”
“Nor should you,” Treena replied. She chuckled when I did a double take that she unlocked my phone. “It took us no time to spy your password. You’re too trusting.”
I snorted. “I am not. Just—I can’t keep my guard up with you guys now. I just can’t.”
