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By the time we got back to our house, Farsel was so tired, we helped him up to bed and Amaris and I sat alone and ate then I took her home. She had to decide soon, or there wouldn’t be any time left.

Chapter Twenty-One

Amaris

I lay awake before dawn, clutching my comforter, hoping it would help me make a decision.

Then I imagined my life without making a decision. Could I live with myself knowing that taking my time to decide if I loved them had killed Farsel?

Worse yet, could I live in this world knowing he wasn’t in it?

Tylan probably wouldn’t be able to be with me either, with the knowledge that Farsel had passed because of me.

The thing was, I couldn’t imagine a—life without either of them. And without that decision, I had no choice what the future held if I decided they were mine. Would we live here? Would I move into their home?

Would they take me away to another planet and make that our home?

So many questions, but I knew the answer. Any future was fine with me as long as we were together.

The hours between our dates dragged on as though it were months. I missed them. The way they looked at me. Our laughter and silliness. Craved their touch and even more touches we hadn’t even shared.

I gasped, sitting up and throwing my covers back with the sudden realization.

I missed my mates. My mates. My alien mates who came from far away but made me feel like I was embedded in their hearts.

“I love them!” I shouted to no one but myself.

Shit. Now I had to tell them. I’d made Farsel and Tylan suffer enough, but especially the former. He paled by the moment and though there were signs of light when they were with me, I worried about him. More than worry—I was scared for the fate of my mate.

My stomach became sick at the thought of letting him suffer for another second, but I couldn’t just barge over there and tell them I loved them. Could I?

I flopped back in bed and sighed.

They were the best turn my life had ever taken.

I had to tell them. Sooner rather than later.

In fact, I would have to tell them today.

We planned to have lunch and, while it wouldn’t be the most intimate date, I didn’t think I could contain my revelation any longer.

Opening my closet, I pulled out my cutest dress and sandals. I’d laid them out when my phone buzzed as it did every morning. My men always said good morning and even in the short time we’d been dating, I’d begun to rely on the ritual.

Good morning. Hope you had a good night’s sleep. Thinking of you.That was from Tylan.

You were the first thing on my mind this morning. Can’t wait to see you later.That one was from Farsel. They had begun to text me separately, which brought about other thoughts.

How would the mating even work?

Would I mate with them one at a time or together? I’d imagined both, but we hadn’t talked about any of that since I hadn’t admitted they were mine.

I texted them back, off and on throughout the day, but Tylan was much more talkative than Farsel now.

I wondered if he was okay and asked him, but there was no answer.

So, I asked Tylan.

He is resting today. I’m not sure he’s getting a lot of sleep. He’ll be okay. Don’t worry yourself.

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