She blinked at me, and a slight whiff of that amber-sweet scent floated up to my nose. I'd been hunting for it on the stage, wondering if I'd imagined it yesterday, and it'd been elusive, almost vanishing. But there it was, a sliver of promise, one that carved a deep hunger in my belly. This woman was an omega—my omega now, for better or worse. Perhaps the rest of dragonkin had managed to overlook her, to leave her behind for a man like Mr. Evans to pick off. I would not.
