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It’s not a lie.

He may not be an ally. But he’s not an enemy yet, either.

“Thank you for meeting with me,” Keegan says. “I appreciate the honor of your time, Your Majesty.”

I dip my chin in acknowledgment.

Then ash upstairs to my office, hoping that maybe Onyx is still talking to Riordan.

Because I have some questions.

And I want to know more about that enchanting scent,I think. Riordan is the expert on all things Obsidian Sector. I’ve never questioned why that is.

But now I’m wondering if that expertise came from having a Drakon on the inside.

A Drakon named Keegan…

CHAPTER SEVEN

TALIANA

Omega relocation program.

The concept rolls through my mind as Doctor Taylor, who told me to call her Taylor, presses a series of buttons in the elevator.

“Hope you don’t mind heights,” she says. “We’re going way up.”

I don’t reply. But I already knew we were traveling upward because of the fluttering in my belly.

I’ve longed to fly my whole life, my desire to soar in the clouds one I’ve dreamt of countless times.

Alas, my wolf can only fly across the ground on four paws.

Oh, I can run fast—a skill that has saved me more than once—but it lacks the freedom of gliding through the sky.

“We’re at the tallest point on the island up here,” she tells me as the doors open. “About nineteen hundred feet above sea level.” She steps into the foyer of a residence. “Oros owns the entire floor.”

I frown. “So he’s important, then.” Not a question, buta comment. Because a dragon with superior quarters is a dragon with power.

“Yes. He’s high-ranking.”

“Is that normal for a guardian?” I ask as I glance around the open space. A large balcony decorates my right, the windowless wall granting full access.For a dragon to enter, I realize, noting the massive size.

A look to my left shows a similar entry.

Is the entire floor open like this?I wonder, glancing up at the white ceiling way above my head.Yeah. Definitely built for a dragon.

The elevator isn’t big enough to hold one, but dragons would never want to be contained by a metal box.

“Normal? No.” Her eyes sparkle like she knows something I don’t.

Not surprising, given the circumstances.

She shared a lot with me about Gold Sector, though. Specifically about how Omegas are treated here.

“We assign a guardian to each one, always an Alpha, to help the Omega acclimate and learn to trust. The guardian’s job is to protect you, but also introduce you to our way of life here. And there are absolutely no expectations involved in terms of mating, knotting, or anything else.”

I questioned that last bit when she said it, and she went on to explain that her mate is an Omega.