Riven was the one who explained it, his voice cold and clinical even as his fingers flexed around his dagger. "Lucian's poison tied you to all of us, but your body can't sustain four bonds forever. The magic is tearing you apart." He lifted my wrist, showing the faint black veins creeping beneath my skin. "You choose one anchor. Or you die."
Lucian, slumped in a chair with his wound still bandaged, let out a weak laugh. "Look at that. My masterpiece is killing her."
Kael backhanded him without looking.
They gave me until midnight to decide.
Kael cornered me first, pressing me against the library shelves, his massive body caging me in. "You've always been mine," he growled, his teeth scraping my mating gland. "Say the words, and I'll make sure the others never touch you again."
