I stepped back, just slightly, guilt prickling under my skin.
How could I feel like this, when Xavier and I had just been intimate?
Damien didn’t move closer. He just stood there, his hands clenched at his sides, as if he was keeping himself from reaching out to me. And Xavier seemed to know as well…
What were they hiding from me?
“You feel it too,” Damien said quietly. “Don’t you?”
I wanted to deny it, wanted to bury this strange electricity between us. I looked down, shame clawing at me. I didn’t know how I felt.
“Gwendolyn…” Xavier said my name, the sound of his voice bringing me back to focus.
I loved Xavier. Every beat of my heart belonged to him. So why was there a part of me that now beat to something… else?
His fingertips brushed against my back in tender circles, making me relax.
I listened to Damien exhale through his nose. He seemed to be just as nervous as me, until he said, more to himself than to me, “I didn’t ask for this either.”
I swallowed, my gaze drifting back to him. “What didn’t you ask for?”
“That you’re my mate, Gwendolyn,” he said, his voice tight. “And… I believe you’re my brother’s as well.”
Silence fell like a blade between us.
I froze, the meaning of his words striking me like a crack of thunder in my chest.
Mate.Not just a pull. Not a crush or passing temptation.A bond.
Xavier had explained to me they were bonding through physical connection… and that they were exclusive. So, how could I have two mates? Possibly…three.
My breath hitched, and I took another step back, my mind spinning.No. No, this isn’t happening.
Damien didn’t speak. He just looked at me like he already knew the chaos inside me.
And I wasn’t sure if I was terrified… or if some reckless part of me wanted to hear more.
“Look, Gwendolyn. You don’t have any obligations to me, I would never force something on you, force me on you,” Damien explained hurriedly.
“My brother and I lost contact years ago... but due to our powers we’re said to be bound to the same person and that person is you…”
I stayed silent for a while until I found my voice again, looking at both of them.
“Who is your brother?”
Damien seemed to hesitate. His jaw tightened, and something flickered in his eyes, something between caution and hesitation. Then he looked at me, really looked at me, and said quietly, “You’d know him if you met him. You’d feel him. Just like you feel us.”
“And… you sensed him already, right?” Xavier stated.
Who was he talking about?
Xavier seemed to sense my unsureness, his fingers brushing along my face.
You told me in the library,his voice echoed inside my mind—something that was possible only because we had been intimate with each other.
My breath hitched.
He was talking about my angel.
