Liam's POV
The air in the room was toxic. I could smell Leo's scent all over her—lake water and heat—and it made my wolf want to rip his throat out. I looked at Scarlett, expecting her to pick me… of course she has to pick me… I'm her mate. She wants me… she'll feel more comfortable in my arms than in my brothers', who were nothing more than crushes.
"Scarlett, choose," I demanded, already confident she would pick me.
"What nonsense is this?" she rasped, her face flushed with a feverish glow. She looked at us with glazed, glassy eyes, her mind clearly still half-submerged in whatever nightmare had broken her. "Fine. You can all fucking stay."
"Scarlett—" Leon started, but she cut him off with a weak, trembling hand.
"But I'm not choosing," she whispered, a delirious edge to her voice. "Since you're all so worried... you can switch places. Every fifteen minutes. One stays on the bed, the other two wait... I can't... I can't deal with the fighting."
