Chapter 67
VI
I go to my room after. Mara came looking for me.
My father left evidence hidden somewhere. The older woman wants to help me find it. And I’m stuck here. Bound. Protected. Owned.
I could pursue both. Search for Mara. Search for my father’s truth. But it would mean defying the guys. Risking everything. Maybe dying.
And for what?
Answers that won’t bring my father back. Answers that won’t change the fact that I’m Rot-bound now. Answers that might get me killed before I even find them.
I close my eyes, exhale slowly. I’m not ready to die for answers.
Not yet. Maybe not ever.
I don’t know how long I sit there before the curtain moves. Armen steps inside, Sting and Rogue behind him. They don’t speak. Just look at me.
I stand slowly. “I’m not going after her.”
Armen’s expression doesn’t change. “Good.”
“And I’m not digging into my father’s death. Not now.”
Sting nods once.
Rogue steps closer. “What are you going to do?”
I meet his gaze. “I’m going to stay. I’m going to survive. I’m going to be yours.”
The words land heavy between us.
Armen moves first—crossing the small space, hand cupping my cheek, tilting my face up. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” I repeat. “All three of you. I’m not fighting it anymore.”
Sting’s hand finds my waist. “Good.”
Rogue steps behind me, fingers brushing my neck. “About time.”
Armen kisses me, hard, possessive. I kiss back, hands fisting in his shirt.
When he pulls back, his eyes are dark. “Skylight Room. Now.”