"You are quite pleased with your gift, hmm?" Prince Zen spoke softly after the little Omega had darted out of the cabin as if the hounds from hell were chasing her, once his brother had commanded her to leave. His voice carried a teasing lilt, low enough that only his brother could hear.
Zen watched Kael, his head leaned back in his chair, a slow smile tugging at his lips. He looked down at his own bracelet as he allowed himself to feel the lingering warmth on his wrist where the thin thread still rested. He had not expected this.
That the little Omega would be brave enough—or foolish enough—to get so close, to kneel before him and Kael and tie something around their wrist with those trembling fingers. And yet she had.
More unexpectedly, he actually liked the gift.
When Kael gave no reply, only the faintest curve of his mouth in a knowing smirk, Zen could not resist teasing him further.
