“You don’t get to choose one of us,” Silas said softly, like a confession.Rowan’s jaw tightened. “She already did.”Kade laughed low, dangerous. “No. She chose survival.”Elias finally looked at me, his eyes dark with something like regret.“You were never meant to belong to one man,” he said. “You were meant to wake us all.”The mark on my wrist burned.And four shadows stepped closer.I survived the night I was supposed to die.What I didn’t survive was what came after.Four men find me each dangerous in a different way, each bound to me by something I don’t understand. They don’t just want me. They feel me. My fear. My lies. My heartbeat.I’m the secret they were built to protect.Or the weapon I was never meant to become.