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“It gives you back control.”

She played with his hands in hers. “I want it back in other ways.” She looked out at me and X. “I want to be with you again.”

“Whenever you’re ready, we are,” Ore told her.

“I’m ready now.”

“You’re sure?” Xavier asked her.

“There’s no rush,” I assured her.

“I know and thank you, but I feel like it’s time. At least to try.”

Well, shit.This really was something.

33

~Alena~

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror.

I’d taken a shower and styled my pink hair in loose curls falling about my shoulders.

I was dressed in my purple and gold silk negligee that always made me feel extra sexy. My gold robe with the turquoise roses was hanging loosely off my shoulders too.

And I was wearing the beautiful necklace they’d gifted me. The crystal masterpiece with the magically created multicolored gems.

I sucked in a breath, trying to affect a relaxed state.

But, despite my intention, I couldn’t seem to tamper down my nervousness either.

It had been so long since I’d gotten physical with the guys and had them all over me.

I didn’t want to remain this way, fearful of being touched, fearful that my men touching me would trigger all of that. I didn’t want Constantine to still have a hold on me. And I didn’t want to be estranged from my men in this way any longer.

Ineededto do this.

And despite what they kept telling me, that there was no rush, that it was all okay in that regard, I had noticed the strain between us because getting physical had been off the table. I wanted to be back with them wholly, all the way, not disconnected in any way.

But the longer it had gone on, the stronger the barrier to doing this had become. It was why I was trembling with nerves now.

What if I just thought I was ready and I wasn’t really?

What if when we started to go there, when they were all over me, I freaked out and ruined it?

What if more weeks went by from the failure of it and put yet more strain on us and more regret on me that I couldn’t do it?

Stop it.

I sucked in a breath and tied my robe.

I could do this. I needed to and, more than that, I really wanted to.

I headed out of the bathroom and walked to my made bed. It was always made lately because we’d been sleeping outside so much, once they’d realized I’d needed the freedom of it after being caged for so long.

Yet another example of them being so accommodating and sweet toward me.

They’d gone to such lengths to make that a possibility, despite the curfew and stringent rules in effect at the Academy right now.

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