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“I said talk to him, not argue with him,” Omega hisses.
Crosshair sighs, balking at the one-sided blame. “He started it.”
Omega rolls her eyes and walks away.
She thinks it’s easy to just talk to Hunter. It might be for her . He sees how soft his brothers are with her. Even he’s experienced how she’s smoothed his sharp edges with her persistent warmth. It may be easy for Omega to speak and be spoken to, but words - particularly the right words - don’t come easily to him.
Besides, talking won’t be enough to make amends with Hunter.
Not this time.