When Lucy finally stopped crying, it wasn’t because she’d found peace, it was because sleep had claimed her. A deep, heavy sleep that pulled her into a dream.

And she saw them. Both of them.

Her mates.

They stood like kings, side by side, arms outstretched toward her, each wearing an easy smile. Her mate… and her lover. The sight twisted her inside out, especially when she realized she had to choose.

“Come to me, Lucy. You love me…” Kyle’s smile held a certainty that transcended hope. He was sure she would choose him.

Kain, on the other hand, simply stood with his hand out, silent. His eyes spoke instead,...