~Xyana~
Clifton's sardonic laughter catches me off guard. He's still staring at me when he says, "Amon will claim her, and when he does, he'll willingly share. She has no choice but to take the three of us. We are her Mates. At least she'll be really useful for once." He laughs again.
"She has a choice." Declan insists.
“Like I f*****g care,” Clif snickers as he adds, finally looking away from me. "I will give her, and she will take it all in good faith.”
"She can choose not to be with us," Dion says.
"She wouldn't dare. She won't f*****g dare. Anyway, she can't. It's beyond her now." He summarizes with a shrug.
His words pierce my heart like a silver-laced stake, and I have to physically claw at the fabric of my bogus shirt. Tugging close to my heart like I'm just unable to breathe.
