"You're ours," Darth added quietly, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "And we'll destroy anyone who tries to get between us."
Lucia's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the three men before her.
The weight of their confessions, the intensity of their emotions, was like a storm swirling around her, pulling her under.
She tried to process what Tynan had just said, but her thoughts were muddled, tangled in the raw intensity of the moment.
"I don't… I don't understand," she stammered, her voice quieter than she intended.
Tynan's eyes burned with something fierce, something possessive. "You do understand," he said softly, almost dangerously.
"You've known for a while now, haven't you? Ever since that night, when you left your mark on me."
His hand moved to his chest, where the scar from her branding still lingered, a permanent reminder of their twisted connection. "You've been in my head ever since."
