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and as men,” she started. “I want you both as part of my life. What we’ve shared during this time has been amazing. You’ve helped me through some difficult times in my life. It’s your love, compassion and kindness that give me strength.”
    “You can’t be serious,” Armand quipped. “You must choose one of us.”
    She waved her hand. “Impossible. It’s not something that I can do.”
    Bastian kissed her shoulder. “Don’t be afraid of the unknown. Embrace it. Whoever you choose will make you a very happy bride.”
    Unreal. They were so damn stubborn. “You claim my happiness is your first priority. Is that a lie?”
    “Of course not. I’ve never lied to you,” Bastian stated.
    Armand shook his head. “It’s not something I could ever do.”
    “I can’t be happy picking only one of you. If I can’t have you both, then I’ll be unhappy the rest of my life.”
    Armand’s lips curled back. “It’s been hell dealing with him for a year. He’s an enemy to my coven. I can’t possibly do it for an eternity.”
    “I hate to agree with anything he says,” Bastian added, “but the feeling is mutual.”
    They were so immature. So hell-bent on which one was the right man for her that they couldn’t see the obvious.
    “Don’t you understand? You are the perfect opposites for me. You are my sweet and—”
    “Sour,” interrupted Armand. “Me being sweet, of course.”
    She frowned. “No, spice is what I was going to say. You’re my night and day. My cream and sugar. My internal balance. The point is, together you make up the perfect lover. You satisfy me, as one, to a point I’ve never reached before. I crave the idea of being your woman. To have the love of two committed and sensual lovers who have been so devoted and attentive to me. I can’t imagine not having your bodies beside me.”
    Bastian groaned. “But, him of all vampires? What if I introduced you to another member of my coven? There are plenty of other lovers to be had . Far less conceited might I add.”
    She crossed her arms and narrowed her glance. “No.”
    “It isn’t fair to ask me to deal with someone I loathe forever,” Armand scoffed.
    “I didn’t find your request fair, either,” she countered. “It has caused me nothing but heartache and distress. Both or none at all—but hear this: if you choose none, I will grow old alone. I will die alone. And I’ll die with a broken heart. You’ll have only yourselves to blame.”
    “Great, you’ve picked up Armand’s flair for drama,” Bastian said dryly.
    “And your stubbornness,” she concluded. “I’ll let you think about what I’ve said.”
    “That won’t take long.”
    Shayla folded her arms. “I’m serious. I want you both. Try to find a way to deal with it or find a way to say goodbye. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to make myself something to eat.”
    She walked down the hallway and headed to the kitchen. Between the hot sex and the heated argument, she’d worked up an appetite. To her surprise, they didn’t chase after her. She imagined them still standing there with their jaws to the floor, beside themselves with what she said. Adrenaline surged through her entire body. She’d never made the decisions before. For once, she felt in control and empowered.
    As she entered the kitchen, Shayla noticed a bitter chill hung in the air. Looking around, she didn’t see any open windows to explain it. Too hungry to investigate further, she opened the refrigerator and scanned the nearly bare shelves. Cheese would have to suffice.
    She reached for a package when a deep tone resonated around the house, vibrating the floorboards. Shayla straightened up quickly and closed the fridge. What the hell was that? She called out to Bastian and Armand, but her voice was drowned out by a downpour that beat against the windows . Great, a storm. She hated storms. The lights flickered a few times and she decided to forgo the hunger pangs.
    As she reentered the