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They rocked me slowly down to earth as the song changed. And together like that, it felt like I might be able to have them both. It felt like I’d been made to come apart between them.

But all too quickly, Kingston had to leave.

“You’re breathtaking, love.” He kissed my hand before sliding it into Landon’s. “Take good care of her for me tonight, mate.”

Then, I remembered my life didn’t work like that.

Even if I was living in a fantasy world for the time being. I wouldn’t be able to keep them both.

Eventually, I would have to choose.

And I didn’t know what the fallout would be when I finally did.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

QUINN

Igrabbed a bench outside the party and sat down, trying to stop my hands from shaking.

With my body physically wrung out by the orgasm sandwich, calling it a night seemed like a solid plan. I told Landon I needed air, and he offered to take me back to the room as soon as he took care of something. I was too boneless to ask, let alone wonder, what that something was, so I took a seat outside the main room and waited.

It being relatively early to leave, most of the partygoers continued to drink and dance inside. No one joined me in the hallway. Thus far, I’d avoided any major run-ins with the other Maidens and Knights.

Okay.One Knight, in particular.

And I wanted to keep it that way.

I couldnotadd the emotional whiplash guaranteed by my interactions with Max to my plate. Not tonight. Not on top of the war going on inside my mind.

Problem number one? I came here not intending to feel anything about anyone. Get in and get out. Problem numbertwo? There were nowtwoguys making it extremely difficult to stay true to that. And problem number three?

I wasn’t even going to think about problem number three unless my other two problems tried to make me choose because he was an asshole.

Landon made my body come alive. Given the amount of time we’d spent together and our obvious sexual chemistry—even if we hadn’t had sex yet—he seemed like the clear choice for who I’d pick if I needed to choose.

But what he said on the dance floor still rang true in my head. There was a lot I didn’t know about him. A lot he didn’t share. Least of which being his feelings for me.

Kingston, on the other hand, made no secret of his interest or his intentions. He wanted to pursue me and see what was between us. He said he’d be waiting for me at the end of all this, if I wanted that.

I hadn’t been able to spend much time with him since this whole thing started, but every single time I interacted with him, the effect was the same. The connection between us was instantaneous. Our chemistry—electric.

I assumed, if given a chance to flourish, it could be just as mind-blowing as my experiences with Landon.

But the thought of choosing one of them before I really got to explore what there was between any of us didn’t seem right. At this point, if forced to choose, I’d probably walk away from both of them.

I wouldn’t divide them, or myself, just so one of them could possess me.

I wasn’t a fucking doll.

Even if Landon got to dress me up for parties.

That circled me back to problem number three. Because if Kingston or Landon forced me to choose, I’d probably pick Max just to stick it to both of them.

But more problems arose from that, too.

One—I hated him.

Two—he only saw me as a way to hurt the other guys.

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