Knot Their Darling (Knotting-verse #1)

I sit in the front passenger seat of our SUV, my right knee bouncing. Nic is standing outside, watching the door to the Omega Garden, waiting for our new omega to show herself. Then he’ll be a gentleman and open the car door for her—and probably shut it, too.

Nic is the nice one. Darius is the aloof, serious one. Me? What I am depends on the hour. Sometimes I’m the comedic relief, other times I’m the cold-hearted psycho who tends to take torturing a little too far. Right now, though, I’m a monkey in nice clothes, with skin so itchy I’m ready to strip right here in this goddamned car.

God. I need to get out of these fucking clothes. Putting me in a suit is like putting a cat in a cute sweater. It looks funny, is hella uncomfortable for the cat, and there are a lot of glares involved from the cat’s side.

When I called Darius and told him about Nic going to put in an offer for an omega, there was more unspoken than there was said, but I felt his annoyance radiating through the phone in my hand, could practically feel his glare on me.