Page 41 of Claim Me

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I stare at his profile. “And then…?” I prompt, sensing there’s more going on here than a casual date with death’s plane.

“And then…” He clears his throat, his gaze finding mine again. “And then fate showed her hand.”

My brow furrows. “What?”

“You don’t feel it?” he asks, not elaborating on his cryptic fate comment. “The pull?”

“The pull?” I repeat, shaking my head. “No, I…”Wait…

I slowly sit up, my body weakened from my soul’s momentary departure.

Hold on…

I glance at the screen and then at Nox again. Then back to the screen as puzzle pieces start to fall into place.

Hypnotic blue eyes.

Adoring expressions.

Confusion.

Distrust.

Mine…

My eyes widen. “No…”Except…“Shit…”The mating spell rebounded.“You and I… we’remates?” I squeak out, looking at Nox.Because of dark magic that had nowhere else to go… so it tied us together.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

“Oh, not just you and me, firefly,” Nox drawls, his usual easy candor nonexistent beneath his sarcastic tone. “All four of us.”

My eyelashes flutter. “Wait,what?”

“Nolan, Kaspian, Bane, and me.” He enunciates each name clearly. “We’re all your second-chance mates.”

My jaw drops.What?!“That’s impossible.” Except it’s not.Because of that fucking spell…

“It’s not unheard of,” Nox mutters. “But yeah, it’s… not all that ideal either.”

“Not ideal?” I repeat, huffing a laugh. “That’s an understatement.”

Because I just accidentally tied my soul to four men.With black magic.

Once they realize what’s happened, I’m a dead woman.

So much for freedom,I think, defeated. Even if I wanted to escape, I couldn’t.

Because now I’m shackled to four renowned mercenaries.

Running isn’t an option and neither is hiding.

What the fuck am I going to do?

Part of me expects Issy to respond, but she doesn’t.

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