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I straightened awkwardly, suddenly aware of Lauren, who was several feet away looking like she had witnessed her own funeral. “I….” I cleared my throat. “I came for the books about omegas.” Osiris repeated with a frown. “Books?” The libertarian told me, There are some books about omega bonds in the east wing’s library.” “Oh!” Osiris nodded. Then, without another word, he lifted the tote bag hanging from his wrist. “Are you talking about these books, Kate?” I grabbed the bag and nearly gasped while checking the books inside it. ‘Fated Bonds and Omega Instincts.’

The only difference was that I was now picking and choosing who I did psychic readings for. I’d made up my mind to completely stop doing the readings. I’d taken up writing novels and I wanted to only focus on that, but, somehow I’d get talked into doing just one more. It was enough to drive me mad at times. I was furious with myself for not having the where-with-all to say no to these people. I felt like I was trapped on a hamster wheel that wouldn’t slow down enough for me to get off. My sanity’s saving grace was the friendship I’d developed with the town veterinarian, Kenzie McGovern.

I reveled in the calm silence of the room as I leaned against the counter and waited for the water to heat up in the microwave. The mood was quickly lost when I heard Kenton’s soft voice. “Hello, Missy.” I didn’t turn around, but I knew that he’d moved close behind me. “Why are you here?” He was so close that his breath tickled my ear as he spoke. “I’m always here at this hour; especially during the moon’s influence on the wolves.” “You don’t need to be here. You can go,” I said in an unfriendly tone.