“No.” He lowered him down and then pulled back. “Why do you hate communicators so much?”
“I don’t,” the alpha said as Fen walked toward the shelves. “I just hate being bothered by trivial matters, and I don’t like the heavy feel of the damn thing on my wrist.”
Fenrir selected a few items and grabbed the largest first aid kit, then returned, dropping down to his knees in front of the alpha. He twisted the top off a bottle of water and handed it over first, then popped open the kit after Oberon took it.
“What are you doing?” the alpha asked.
“We don’t know how long we’ll be trapped here. You wound needs to be taken care of.”
“And…you know how to do that sort of thing?”
Fen grunted. “The Wardrobe doesn’t waste coin patching up grunts. When I worked for them before becoming a test subject, we had to learn how to take care of ourselves. Lie back.”
Oberon eased down with a sigh. “The heat should have kicked on once we entered. It’s programmed to gauge the temps outside and adjust accordingly. We’ll be warm soon.”
“I’m fine.” Fenrir threaded a surgical string through a needle and then held it over the flame of a lighter, moving quickly through the motions.
“Right. Must be nice.”
“If you separate how being a hybrid has put a target on my back? Sure.” He pulled up the alpha’s shirt and winced at the sight of the wound. The ice he’d left there had begun to melt, and the area around it was purple. “You might have tissue damage already.”
“Just close me up for now.”
Seeing no other way around it, Fenrir got to work.
“Keep talking to me,” Oberon ordered after the first stitch was completed.
“Don’t be such a baby, alpha.”
“It’s not that.” He waited until Fenrir glanced up at him, their eyes meeting. “I like the sound of your voice. It’s been days since I’ve been able to talk with you, precious. The bond works both ways. An omega doesn’t just need to acclimate to their alpha. I need to get used to you as well.”
Fen shoved the needle in and did another stitch.
“Ow,” Oberon complained.
“Are all White Frost whiners?” He clicked his tongue. “Better question, who creates a secret hideout and forgets to put in a communication device?”
“Claudio was in charge of the design,” the alpha said, but Fen wasn’t buying it.
“That is not a thing he would forget.”
“You don’t even know him.”
“I know he’s been your assistant for a decade, which means he’s well aware of how often you forget your multi-slate. There’s no way he’d create this place and leave something that important out.”
“Fine.” Oberon blew out a breath. “I came to check it out once it was finished and ended up walking out with it, happy?”
He blinked at him. “Are you telling me you removed the emergency multi-slate—”
“It was an accident. I forgot I put it in my pocket while I was talking with Koah.”
“Why didn’t you bring it back?”
“I haven’t had a reason to come back until now.”
“Then you order one of your men to do it for you. This isn’t rocket science, King. That’s why you pay them. Money is wasted on you.”
“Guess you’re just going to have to take over the household finances.”