Alaric rolled his eyes as he strolled closer. “Dear gods, you two are dramatic. Didn’t you hear a word Gaius said? We have an invitation to return next season. I’ll be here.” “I think I’ll return, too,” Matteo added, shooting an amused glance at the wailing omegas in my arms. “It wasn’t Crimson, but I’m not convinced my mate isn’t here on this island. Call it eagle’s intuition.”
