TWELVE
MODI
Human garments had changed a lot since I last visited Earth.
I hadn’t noticed how the humans had stared at us when we entered the large settlement of Oslo; my focus had been on shielding the omega from the harsh weather and not getting run over by the metal carriages that seemed to be everywhere.
It was only when we entered an establishment carrying articles of clothing and the female shopkeeper stared open-mouthed at the three of us that I begrudgingly had to agree with Annabel’s point. We needed new garments in order to blend in.
I glanced at my brother’s mate out the corner of my eye and scowled at the way my gut clenched. I could still feel the shiver of sensation in the very core of my magic from where she’d touched me in her uninvited explorations. She’d violated my
