great detail. Along the edge of the pit, several intricately designed dragons flew in unison, some larger than others. Male and female, she presumed. She leaned closer. In the tapestries, there’d only been dragons. Here, though, humans accompanied them. Women with long, flowing hair and full hips on display beneath tunic-like dresses hiked high as they straddled the backs of their dragons. The erotic tone of the images spoke of mates. She couldn’t tell if they were human, witch, or maybe another otherworldly that could shapeshift. There was so much of the preternatural world she still didn’t know. Did dragons mate with other dragons? Did they mate with humans? Did it matter as it did in her world with Lucian and Zane? Marabelle pushed the thoughts aside and made her way deeper into the room. Several plumper sofas positioned in small gatherings around the open space worked together with various lamps and earth-toned walls to create a homey feel. To her left one door led to the bedchambers while she assumed the ornate wooden doors located on the far wall to her back led out of the suite. To her right and beyond the sitting area opened up to a balcony. One unlike anything she’d ever seen before. If she could fall in love with a place, this would be it. Like a giggly schoolgirl, she gave a little laugh and held her hand over her mouth. No railings or glass served as protection from walking off the deep end and finding out how high they were. That could prove hazardous to a sleepwalker or someone with a love for booze, but when you had wings maybe it wasn’t such a problem. Stepping closer to the ledge, the ceiling abruptly opened into a semicircle to reveal thousands of stars sparkling in a wash of midnight blue. She blinked several times. No way could this be real! Tempted to pinch herself, she folded her arms across her chest. Eyes closed, she let the events of the night wash over her. Standing here, it all seemed like far away memories that couldn’t touch her. If only the last year could be erased. A year without her magick hurt. But a year of living with the men who were supposed to be her mates was the real torture. Without her magick she refused to mate. They understood and loved her anyway, but there were times she wanted to kick her own ass. But how could she mate with Lucian and Zane when she wasn’t whole? They would give her all of them when she couldn’t. Marabelle turned and walked back to the bedchamber, the train of her sheet in tow. Stacked on a chair by the bed, she found her clothing folded and her boots set to the side. A new sweater replaced the ripped one and a note sat atop in Lucian’s writing and ended with Zane’s signature at the bottom that simply read Wait for us in smooth black ink. Those two never did anything without the other. Her presence in their life served as proof of that. Both worked hard to make her feel loved and protected. She’d done a royal job of screwing all of that up tonight. How did she repay their kindness and love? Hades on fire, what kind of mate material did that make her? She put them in the middle of death’s path with her actions. Wasn’t that the opposite of what a mate did? She closed her eyes and bit at her lip to stave off a wash of curses better left tucked away in the back of her mind. Several deep breaths later she unclenched her hands and made quick work of slipping back into her jeans and sweater but left the boots off for now. Both Lucian and Zane wanted a forever with her. After tonight, they probably thought they’d made it out lucky. And could she blame them? Lightly she ran her fingertips over each bite mark on either side of her neck. She didn’t know why they’d bitten her. Within a couple of days the partial claim they had on her would fade into nothing. After that, they could return to their lives and be free of her insane life. Before they could leave though, she owed them an explanation and a thank you for saving her life. For