I toss and turn in the bed that's softer than anything I've ever slept in.
The kings can't be my fated mates…can they? How can that be?
It seems cruel. I'm the one thing they've been searching for and the one thing that's the most dangerous to them.
Yet they're different than I thought they'd be.
Jordan is so caring. Kent is quiet yet full of surprises–like being a better dancer than his more talkative brothers. He's commanding in his own way.
Wiley is the wild child in King's clothing, full of smiles.
Any female would be lucky to have one of them, let alone all three, which is what they want.
I'm trying to summon up hatred, remembering what they did to my father, until I remember that he left key details out of his story. Maybe it was the heat of the moment. Maybe he just didn't
