18Nina looked around her room in Soren’s house; it was a rare moment of quiet, of space between herself and her two lovers. She had asked for—and they had, thankfully, granted—some time to organize the things she had hauled from her apartment. Her clothes were put away, most of them; tucked into drawers, hung in the closet. Her boxes of books would await new shelves. Staring into a container with the odd assortment of knickknacks and heirlooms she had gathered up in a frenzy, Nina had to ask herself an important question: Am I making a huge mistake?
She had known without Aedan or Soren saying anything to the point that with the situation the way it was amongst the Pride, there was a strong possibility that she wouldn’t be able to go back if she wanted to. The fact that she knew the truth
