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Zane’s jaw clenches like he knew this was coming all along.
Myles is staring at me like I've lost my damn mind. “You’ve got to be fucking joking.” he scoffs. “So what then? We pass her around? Take turns in shifts? Might as well just tag team her, right now.”
My voice cuts in, low and steady. “We'll figure it out… for her.”
I hate that I don't have a better answer right now.
Looking at her again, my chest locks up tight, but I manage to speak. “This isn’t about feelings. It’s about your survival,” I lie.
Her eyes soften, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. As if she knows what I refuse to say.
Sighing heavily, I look at Myles and Zane before I fall any deeper into her eyes. “If we tear each other apart, she loses. She needs us… all of us.”
Myles turns away, seething, but he doesn't argue. Because he sees it too.
She’s not ours.We’re hers.
We're not the kind of men who share anything. Not power.Not space. Sure as hell not a woman.
But we're gonna try.
She looks to us like we're the ones keeping her anchored to the earth.
And we orbit her like she's the only star left in this ruined universe.
Chapter 42
Myles
Half-cleaned rifles sprawl across the scarred wooden table in the weapons room.
I drag the whetstone down the length of a hunting blade. Slow, deliberate strokes. The stitches in my arm tug as metal hisses in a rhythm I don’t even hear anymore.
Because all I can think about is Ivy.
Her face is branded into my skull from days ago—curled against me, wounded, trusting me to protect her. Those big doe-eyes locked on me as if I’m the last safe thing left in this broken world. Like she believed everything would be fine as long as I was there.
And I’ll protect that until my dying breath.
Phoenix says we’ve got time. That the cult’s licking its wounds, and we need to heal, regroup, fortify.Makes sense. But waiting around while they’re out there? While Ivy’s still a target? It eats at me. Every day we’re not hunting those bastards feels like I’m failing her all over again.
Still, Phoenix is right, we can’t leave her unprotected. So I agreed to focus on securing the station first. If the fuckers come back, they’ll break their teeth on this place before they ever get near her.
She’s healing though. Smiling more.
But the thought of that conversation, what we agreed on. It still twists me inside out.
Sharing her. All three of us.
Like that’s a normal thing for men. Guess I’ve never really been normal. None of us have.
And now I have to share herwith them.
With Zane—Mr. Goddamn Perfect. Calm. Strong. Gentle in ways I’ll never be. He makes it look so fucking easy.
And Phoenix. Always been mine in ways we never had to say out loud. Now I gotta share him too?
He’s measured in everything he does. Cool and calculated, as if the whole world’s a chessboard and he’s ten moves ahead.
