DAPHNE
I'm sitting at the vanity, dragging a brush through my hair, when the reality of tonight finally settles in.
Krue.
Just Krue.
I pause mid-stroke, staring at my reflection.
Last night had been both of them—hands and mouths and heat, the three of us tangled together until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. I'd assumed that's how it would be. Every night. The three of us.
But Eleanor had explained it to me this afternoon, casual as anything while we reviewed the pack's medical supply inventory. The twins take turns. One night with Krue, the next with Arden. It's tradition—something about maintaining individual bonds within the triad, preventing favoritism, ensuring balance.
I'd nodded along like it made perfect sense, but internally I was recalibrating everythi
