"What troubles you, baby?" Lennon asked as we were sitting on a hunter-green velvet couch, watching the fires in the fireplaces beside us, kicking off our shoes, and feeling the cushions sink under our bodies.

Suddenly Daphne's voice broke through my thoughts. "Let's go ask about my brother," he said, referring to his twin, Alaine, and Yvette.

His expression suddenly changed from happiness to feeling gloomy. "They all left."

I frowned. "What do you mean they left? Wait, Alaine is your mate, isn't she? So why would she do that."

"I don't know," Lennon muttered, shaking his head. "I treated them like my own family, but Alaine has found someone,...