SAMANTHA
"Mate."
The word came from three directions at once. Darlington's deep voice from the center. Finnian's quiet tone from the left. And Jayce—Jayce's cruel, mocking drawl from the right.
They spoke together, like a chorus. Like they had rehearsed it.
My head snapped up.
Did they just...?
Did they actually...?
Mate?
Had they accepted me? Why here? In secret?
I stared at them. The light was still there, but it had shifted. The halos were no longer covering their faces. Instead, the glow had moved behind them—massive rings of gold hovering against the backs of their thrones, illuminating them from behind like saints in an old painting.
I could see their faces now.
Darlington's sharp jaw. Finnian's kind eyes and Jayce's cruel, beautiful mouth.
"So," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "You know?"
They laughed so loudly that it filled the enormous room.
"Yes, bunny," Jayce said. His wings rustled behind him. "We all knew."
Bunny?!
He called me bunny.
