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Do I get to carry Thomas off to my castle attic at the top of my bakery to bond with?
It’d make the type of fairy tale, which I’d read or Jex would film in one of his romance movies.
“Keep on dreaming,” I mutter.
Thomas will never find out how close he came to being kidnapped, tortured, and…I pale and shudder…claimed by Dad, instead of me.
When I remember that, I know whatever hardships I face now, they’ll be worth it, even if I never get to talk to Thomas again.
Suddenly, my phone vibrates on my nightstand.
I groan, pushing my exhausted body up to lean against the headboard in the middle of my cushion snuggle nest.
My muscles are aching. My temples are throbbing.
I lick over my dry lips, pushing an empty coffee mug out of the way to pick up my phone.
When I slide my phone on, I realize that it’s vibrating with a message from my ABOinder app.
Despite everything, my expression brightens. I feel instantly lighter.
I grin, clicking on the app.
I clutch the phone, stroking just once over the screen.
Somehow, this morning ritual is an escape like I’m somebody else.
On the app, I can be someone who isn’t a Snake — who isn’t weighed down by bills and fears — someone who can simply concentrate on their own upcoming heat and the joy of an uncomplicated new connection.
I can for once, concentrate on simply myself: My needs, desires, and pleasure.
I read the message in the app.
SEVEN: Morning, sweet venom.
My grin widens.
Sweet venom.
It’s my profile name.
Seven has sent the same message to me for three weeks now. He checks in with me every morning.
No one apart from Vito has consistently noticed me. They definitely haven’t taken time out of their day to see that I’m okay. This is despite Seven being a busy Alpha.
I could tell that from our first chat.
I thought that I worked long hours, until I started chatting to Seven.
I’m beginning to think that he’s supernatural because he definitely doesn’t sleep.
It’s worrying me.
Should I be worried about someone who’s only a hookup?
SWEET VENOM: Morning, Seven.
SEVEN: You okay?
