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It was late when there was a knock on my door.
That already meant something was wrong.
No one in this goddamned place liked me, and if Knox visited, well… he knocked. Mostly because I don’t think he liked the idea of catching me walking out of the shower. But he didn’t knock so lightly.
Which meant… shit.
I knew who it was.
I hesitated before opening the door, warring with myself, but finally cracking it open.
Sure enough, my beautiful scent match was waiting on the other side. She was wearing a silk nightgown that hung open to reveal pretty black lace. Tucked into the gown pocket, was Bunny.
“Knox is out tonight,” she declared, looking pleased with herself.
“How did you get down here?”
I was out of the cage. There was literallynoway he’d let her come.
“I uh…” She gently pushed on the door that was still open a crack, eyes scanning my room. “Main stairs.”
“They’re locked.”
I watched as she, with almost comical dramatics, tucked something that glinted briefly silver further into Bunny’s pouch.
“You stole his key?”
“He left his office unlocked. Wouldn’t have done that if he minded.”
“Ah.”
Well. Shit. “Might be best to give him a little more time to cool down?” The wounds were just scabbing over on my face.
“Well…” She shrugged, eyes still on my room greedily as she edged closer to the door frame. “I think he’ll be fine.”
“This is a bad idea—” I cut off as she ducked beneath my arm and hurried in. I reached out to snatch her just too late.
I spun to see her backing in, pupils blown as she looked around happily. “And I left a fake Omega bundle in the bed, too, so he probably won’t even notice when he gets back.”
“Kitten—!” I tried to reach for her, but she let out a sudden shriek and dived for my bed, seizing handfuls of blankets and disappearing beneath them before I could catch her. I grabbed my own handful, lifting it, but her lithe form had already wriggled up to the top of my bed. Her head popped out, and frosted moonflower was overpoweringly smug and her eyes danced.
“You can’t stay,” I warned.
She folded her arms. “I already burrowed.”
“What does that mean?”
She pouted. “It means you can’t make me go!”
I opened my mouth to argue, then shut it. Her scent was settling over the room like a blanket. Comfortable. Safe.
“Are you trying to get me killed?” I grumbled.
“No!” she squeaked, affronted. “If he’s mad, I’ll take the punishment this time.”
“No, you damn well won’t. That means letting him fuck you while I watch.” And besides, how far could she push him before sex and sketchbooks weren’t his response?
She didn’t understand how volatile he was.
