Elias Hale.
August Benedict.
Gary Stone.
Cassian Clark.
Evander Merewyn.
Severin Crowe.
Julian Pierce.
The sound of a dart hitting the board echoed in Lynsandra's tea room, where seven pictures were pinned. Slowly, she approached the board, pulling the photos one by one as if they were people she was placing a hit on.
"Seven men allowed in the harem," she hummed, tearing a photo free from the sharp end of the dart. "Seven capable men."
She paused and shrugged. "Six, Cassian excluded."
Seven… and somewhere among them was the man who knew her curse and what happened to her during the full moon. Above all, one of them could be called her mate. Although she didn't fully believe in it, there was a connection, and she was keen to know what kind of connection it was.
"Or rather… I have more questions for him," she murmured, lifting her gaze to the board and pulling down the last photo. "But for now… who should I come at first?"
Lynsandra blinked and blinked, deep in thought.
