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Whitney
The gardens around the palace were lovely. The food was delicious, of what I ate of it. The three mates who sat with me were handsome and attentive. Leah had been the chaperone, the one to make conversation and ask questions. Without her, I’d have sat there like a lump.
When she rose to leave, Kayson, Geros and Mal stood and bowed to their queen, I grabbed her hand.
“Where are you going?” I asked desperately, as if these guys were here to kill me, not make me blissfully happy.
“My kings need me,” she replied. Her shrewd gaze flicked to the guys. “You don’t.”
Before I could tell her that I did, I really, really did, she turned and fled.
Damn her!
Why was I petrified to be left alone with three sexy alien hotties? Why did I want her to stay here and hold my hand forever an
