The world stilled a kaleidoscope of colors with no sounds or movement. His scent was the only thing I could sense. The smell of woodfire burned my nose, both a familiar feeling and an acidic sensation that threatened to make me vomit.
Vince Galway.
After three years, I finally knew his full name. I didn't bother knowing more about him despite his face haunting my memories. Why would I when he discarded me like I was trash?
A rejected omega.
"...zia... Ezia... hey... Hey!"
My head jerked, and I snapped out of my trance. Nero's face was inches from mine, so close I could see my reflection on his green eyes.
"Are you okay? Your scent... you spiked," Nero said softly.
I nodded mutely, unable to form words. Sliding my gaze to Aster, I saw his calculating orbs focused on me.
"Zia?"
"I
