“What the—?” Mace gaped at the mirror. “My eagle.”
Scotty’s entire world shifted.
Just below her jaw, a glyph appeared. The same one that now graced both Mace and Blade’s throats.
An eagle—Mace’s eagle—was now perched on Blade’s once-broken sword.
Mace squeezed Scotty’s hand. “Does this…does it mean what I think it means?”
Warmth flowed through her, mixed with a flood of emotion coming from both Blade and Mace. There was relief, wonder, and a little trepidation…but mostly a sense of rightness and love.
Someday, you’re going to face an impossible decision. There will be no winner if you choose. So let fate make the choice.
Her grandpa Reaver’s words, from so long ago, made sense now. And the dagger. The one he’d given the guys on that day of training so many years ago. He’d known, hadn’t he?
“It means you’re mine. Both of you.” Hot tears stung Scotty’s eyes as reality hit home. These males, whom she’d loved for as long as she could remember, were hers in every way.
Chapter 32
Scotty was still flying high when she met Aleka at her London apartment that overlooked the museum. Aleka had gone full Brit since moving there, and she had tea, scones, and finger sandwiches set out in her quaint little dining area.
“What was so urgent that you—?”
Scotty whipped off her coat, revealing the sleeve of glyphs on her arm and throat.
“Holy…shit, Scotland.” Aleka had been holding a cup of tea, but it was now forgotten, its contents spilling onto the floor as Aleka stared.
Scotty paraded past, feeling a little sassy. “I’d have thought congratulations would be more appropriate, but ‘holy shit,’ works.” She plucked a little sandwich from the plate and popped it into her mouth. She was starving. Sex did that to a girl. Which she now knew.
So cool.
Aleka was still gaping. “I don’t know what to say. Who did you mate with? I don’t recognize that symbol.”
Scotty plopped down in a seat and shoved a couple more sandwiches into her face. “You’re gonna need to sit down.”
For once, Aleka didn’t argue. She just took a seat and stared at Scotty’s new decorations. “Tell me. Tell me everything.”
Scotty did. And by the time she was done, Aleka was shaking her head in disbelief. Between the two of them, they’d eaten every sandwich, every scone, and had drained the teapot.
“This is unbelievable,” Aleka said as she leaned back in her chair, exhausted by the story. Scotty got that because she was exhausted too. But she was also energized. This had gone from the worst day of her life to the best, and all it had taken was a bonding ritual with her two best friends.
“And what’s really crazy is that I think Gramps knew all along that we were supposed to end up like this.”
Aleka got up to heat more water for the tea. “Have you told anyone else? What about the guys?”
“They went to talk to their families,” Scotty said. “I wanted to tell you first.”
Aleka whipped around. “Me? I’m the first person you’ve told?”
“You’re my sister,” Scotty said. “I know we haven’t always been—oof!”
She broke off as Aleka hauled her into a huge hug. “I’m so happy for you.” She pulled back, her eyes brimming with emotional tears. “And somehow, I’m not surprised by this.” Abruptly, her eyes shot wide in horror. “But what about Dad?”
Right. That might be a problem.
Aleka took the teapot to the counter near the stove. “How do you plan to handle him?”
“I was hoping you had a suggestion.”
