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She frowned at the torn carpet where I had attempted to shift Feon off his chair, and let it pass without asking about it.

Feon shut the door and we both turned to her.

“I’ve come to a decision,” she announced.

This was it, I thought, my throat even drier than it had been a moment ago.

I wanted to speak but decided doing so would only delay hearing whatever decision she had made.

She took a deep breath and looked up at each of us. “I’ve decided to mate with you. Both of you.”

I hated to admit it but Feon had been right.

She really did just need a little time to think things through and come to terms with what needed to happen.

Then she added:

“And, if you don’t mind, I would like to begin right now.”

16

BETH

They stood with their mouths hanging open, just staring at me.

No doubt they had not expected me to have accepted their challenge — and it was a challenge.

Mating with just one of them had been hard.

Two would be nigh-on impossible.

But I had a secret weapon to handle it…

Aslas was the first to recover from his shock. “Would you like a drink? Something to eat maybe?”

I nodded. “Water. Please.”

He turned and hurried over to the drinks cabinet, hastily filling a small glass for me.

Feon continued looking at me, his eyes focused on mine, burying deep inside me.

“We were worried about you,” he said softly.

“I was worried about you!” Aslas said. “He wanted to wait for you forever!”

Feon didn’t respond to Aslas’s jibe and instead ran his eyes over my face, attempting to ascertain my emotions. “Are you feeling all right? Do you need to ask us any questions? We’re at your command.”

I shook my head. “I had long enough to think. And it occurred to me that we’re fated mates. So… what is there to think about?”

Feon nodded but he seemed distracted.

His deep thoughts were interrupted as Aslas hustled over and handed me the glass of water.

He’d made himself some kind of alcoholic drink and threw it back.

I noticed he hadn’t made Feon anything — not that he looked bothered.

“I’m sorry it took so long to decide,” I said. “There was just… so much to process.”

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