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Although, I do enjoy being the center of this delicious vampire sandwich, either way.
I sense a connection between him and Zy. Even if they’ve spent their adult lives apart, they share the same mother, the same birthday, and the same blood.
I know better than most how close a bond that can forge.
Zyran trails his fingers over my jaw, then slips a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I practically melt into an Issy-shaped puddle of need. “She’s more than ready, brother, but she makes the call of who, how, and when. Fate is merely another form of magic, and this witch is strong enough to decide her own path.”
I blink at him a few times, stunned.
Zyran and I only met last night, but he seems to have captured a picture of me in a short amount of time. He believes I’m more powerful than fate itself, even if I’m not.
But it’s his belief that gives me strength.
I swallow and lean back into Jasper, reminding myself thatheis my mate and Zyran is still on parole. Jasper proved himself to me by rejecting me to show me our choice was real, but what did Kor and Zyran do?
Other than kill hundreds of people.
And lie to the Outcast Coven, presumably to protect me, but also so they can keep me to themselves.
It could all be a farce to take advantage of me and use me for my power, just like every other male in my life seems to want to do.
But they are Jasper’s brothers. Triplets born of a mother’s prayer.
Fate chose them for me because they’re my perfect match.
I deserve them all, don’t I?
An inkling of selfishness enters my mind, reminding me that I’ve been jealous of Fallon and her gorgeous mates.
Yes, of course I’m happy for her. It’s all I ever wanted for my beloved sister.
But to say I’m not jealous is a lie.
I want to be happy, too. I want to live a life of abundance when so much has been taken from me.
Don’t I deserve to be surrounded by protection and love, just as my sister is?
Zyran still has one hand on my hip, but he’s moved away as I lean into Jasper’s chest while contemplating everything.
“See?” Zy says. “You’re not throwing yourself at me. You’re in control, aren’t you?”
Perhaps.
Barely.
Instead of responding aloud—which is truly a luxury—I nod. I have no practice at hiding the emotions in my voice because I’ve never had to.
Zy blows out a breath. “Okay, I need a drink. Shall we?” He gestures further inside the town house.
It’s a beautiful home. There’s abstract art, tasteful decor with ruby and silver tones, and plenty of places to relax.
Or do other things,my mind supplies as I eye a chaise lounge near a countertop that could, technically, act as a handhold.
A different sort of jealousy flutters inside my chest. After being hit with a lust spell and now seeing the layout of his personal home, I’m getting the picture that Zyran is a bit of a playboy.
How’s that going to work if he wants to be my fated mate?
I am well aware that fate chose three mates for me. It would only be fair if I shared them as well.
