by Zoe Chant
And now she was standing here holding Radu’s hand, reaching out for Sorin. Now she, Hannah Cole, was feeling that combination of burning need and rock-solid certainty that she’d heard about so many times. For both of them. Not one or the other. Both.
A package deal.
“Everybody including you?” Sorin asked, reaching out his hand.
“That’s practically the only thing I do know about the two of you.”
Hannah put her hand in Sorin’s and tugged him closer, so he was standing almost shoulder to shoulder with Radu again.
“Radu is going to be mayor,” Hannah recited. “And you can’t have Radu without Sorin, or Sorin without Radu.”
“Those are the important parts to know,” Sorin agreed. His eyes looked very, very green as he stared down at her.
She looked over at Radu, to compare, or for a second’s relief from Sorin’s bright, intense gaze. Radu was giving her just the same look, though, his eyes shining silver.
They were her mates, and Hannah couldn’t help knowing it. She also couldn’t help noticing that she was their mate. Both of them were looking at her with the same expression of eager, thrilled desire.
Neither of them seemed to feel cheated at having to share a mate with his twin. They were both looking at her as if she were the magical creature. As though they’d never get enough of her.
“Well, now that you’ve worked that out,” Gus said in a pointedly hearty voice.
Hannah looked over at him and immediately realized that he knew.
Of course he knew. He was a dragon shifter; he’d found his own mate just last summer. He had to know what it looked like. It occurred to her to worry that Gus would think this was wrong—it should be, shouldn’t it? She should find this strange, the idea that Radu and Sorin were her mates, that they would share her.
But the thought had barely flickered into her mind before she had to dismiss it. Gus looked amused, not disgusted. He looked, in fact, exactly like an older brother who was about to take great delight in embarrassing his younger brothers.
“Hannah, you should really take Radu around and make sure everyone else has met him,” Gus said.
He sounded cheerful and utterly implacable. It was exactly the way he was in meetings when he’d made up his mind and no amount of arguing was going to budge him.
“We wouldn’t want anyone else to be taken by surprise after the election, would we?” Gus added.
“No,” Hannah agreed.
She fought down her instinctive reactions to having her mates so near, the heat coursing through her body. She closed her eyes and took a breath. Even if Gus was just trying to tease his brothers, he had a point.
It was the middle of a workday, only a week before the election. Hannah might have just discovered that she was the mate of two dragon shifters, one of them her future boss, but she still had a job to do. This could wait. They could wait.
But Hannah didn’t know how she was going to last ten minutes without dragging them both into a broom closet. She’d found her mates. How was she supposed to wait?
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