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"Truce," I say, and it feels like I'm spitting out the last bit of pride I had left.
"Truce," echoes Emrys, his voice steady as a heartbeat.
"Alright, truce," adds Wyatt, his jaw set in determination.
We nod, not a single one of us breaking eye contact, sealing the deal without handshakes or paperwork. Just raw honesty hanging thick in the air.
"Let's go find Kat," I suggest, pivoting on my heel, ready for the next mission. "She deserves an apology. A real one."
"Agreed," they chorus, and we're off, moving as one entity through the resort grounds. The tension that once pulled at us like opposing magnets now guides us forward, united.
We spot her by one of the many pools, the sunlight dancing off the water and onto her skin as she dangles her feet in the water. She looks like a mirage, too perfect to be real, and for a second, I forget how to breathe.
"Kat," I call out, and she turns, her expression guarded but curious.
"Guys?" Her voice holds a note of cautious optimism as we approach, hands empty, hearts full.
"Kat, we're sorry," I begin, feeling the weight of every clumsy word. "Truly. We've been fools."
"Grade-A, certified idiots," Emrys chimes in, running a hand through his hair with a sheepish grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"Got caught up in our own nonsense," Wyatt admits, his brow furrowed with remorse.
She's silent, studying us with those piercing eyes that see right through to the soul. "Is this another game?" She asks, her voice laced with caution.
"No, darlin'," I assure her. "No more games. We're here, hats in hands, askin' for a chance to make things right. To show you that what we feel for you—it's real. And we're done competing for your affection."
"Done," Wyatt confirms.
"No more games," Emrys re-iterates.
Kat chews on her bottom lip, mulling over our words. "And if I decide-” she hesitates momentarily. “That I can’t choose?"
"Then we'll respect that," I say with conviction. "We just want you to be happy, Kat. With or without labels."
"Or ultimatums," Wyatt adds.
"Or conditions," Emrys finishes.
“However this all ends…that’s up to you.” My throat tightens, my heart pounding in a frantic rhythm that seems downright dangerous for humans. “All we want is a chance to make things right.”
C’mon, Kitty. Here’s my heart, it’s a bit dusty and shriveled, but I know you can do something great with it. Just take it. It’s probably better off with you anyways.
She folds her arms, and I can almost hear the cogs turning in her head as she sizes us up. "A chance?" She repeats.
"Please, Kat," I urge, stepping closer. "Just let us show you we can be the men you deserve. Without the competition, without the drama. Just us, here for you."
"Here for each other, too," Emrys adds, his gaze unwavering. "No more fighting."
"Or dumbass challenges," Wyatt says with a snort that’s completely unlike him, showing how shaken he is.
I watch her, see the walls around her heart waver just a touch. "Okay," she concedes, but there's a wariness there, a hesitation that wasn't there before. "Sort of."
"Sort of works for me," I say with a half-smile, hoping to coax one out of her.
"Me too," Emrys nods, relief beginning to seep into his features.
"Better than a get lost," Wyatt agrees, and we all share a look, knowing this is just the first step on a long road to redemption.
