Ortiz’s face soured.

His lip curled.

“Omegas,” he spat. “Always bringing madness. Weak, manipulative, unruly things. Useless.”

He sat forward.

“Listen carefully, Haspan. You may search. But injure no citizen, break no laws, or I will hang your tongue beside your titles.”

Haspan dipped his head respectfully, but something wicked shimmered behind his lashes.

“Of course, my lord.”

“When you find this... crazy Omega,” Ortiz continued, tone sharp like a drawn ...