I brought up the thread with Callie.
Code Red.
Nuclear.
The system hascrashed.
The bubbles appeared instantly.
Did they bite you? Tell me they bit you.
Did you bite them?
Worse.
They confessed.
They scent-matched me. All three of them. Weeks ago. In Seattle.
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SHUT UP.
A triple match? Simultaneously?
Yes.
That’s a statistical unicorn, Z. That’s lottery numbers.
Callie: Wait. So when Kit was being "furniture" and Alfie was talking through the door... they were doing that while FIGHTING a fated mate bond?
Yes.
Alfie said it was the best night of his life. Just sleeping near me.
Callie, I can't breathe. They've been holding back an entire tsunami with gaffer tape and good manners.
Oh my god.
They are down bad. They are subterranean.
What did you do?
I ran.
I'm in the bunk.
Classic Z.
Okay. Breathe. Analyze the signal.
They matched you. They didn't claim you.
They knew they had a biological right to push, and they chose your rider instead.
