Free Harvests Pride by Brynn Paulin Page B

exactly good with this.” Kaz moved from the window. “No matter what you choose, we’ll always come to you when you need us.”
    He didn’t touch her. He didn’t offer so much as a half smile of reassurance.
    He just walked through the door and left her alone with the deafening silence.
    They weren’t good at what? Breaking people’s hearts?
    “No,” she whispered, her voice as stolen by terror as the night they’d marked her and she’d thought it was a nightmare. She fell to her knees.
    Hanna didn’t know how she’d ended up curled on the floor or how long she’d been there in a ball, but she couldn’t seem to move. Everything was drained from her except the emptiness that echoed in her ears. Was this revenge? Was this comeuppance for what she’d done to them and how she’d made them feel when she’d run away. Kaz had said it was humiliating. Was this punishment?
    This hollowness was far worse than any punishment could be, even the clawing need that had once assailed her. They’d left her. They… left …her.
    Tears rolled down her cheeks as painful sobs racked her body, ripping apart her lungs with each breath. What was she supposed to do now? Go on as if nothing had happened? They’d changed her entire world. They’d shown her things she wouldn’t have believed. They’d made her feel more than she’d ever felt. They’d connected with her.
    Every ache, bruise and strain screamed at her as she slowly pushed herself upright and lifted her hand to wipe her eyes. The business card was still curled in her hand. Angrily, she tossed it aside.
    They thought they’d seen stubborn? They hadn’t seen anything yet. She just needed a plan. This was not the end. Kaz promised to be there if she needed them? Well, damn it, she did. She needed them a lot.
    Determined fury driving her, she wrenched a sundress from the closet and pulled it over her head. She didn’t bother with her hair. If it looked wild, she fit right in with them. They might play it cool, but they were as wild as men came. And they were not going back on the road where they’d be surrounded by groupies, not if she wasn’t by their side.
    They were hers. Period.
    Sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled on the sandals she’d kicked off at some point yesterday. The card caught her attention, and she reached for it. She’d need that number a lot sooner than they’d guessed. It wasn’t until she picked it up that she saw the ink…and Myan’s writing.
    You have to choose us, it said. It has to be your decision.
    He’d underlined the your . That was it? She had to decide to be with them and until then they’d leave her be? What kind of a messed up system was this? They could have told her rather than killing her.
    Outrage dimmed her vision. They picked her, marked her, mated with her then abandoned her to pick where she wanted to be? They needed their heads knocked together. How could they not realize that she had chosen them?
    And they’d left her. Suddenly, she heard Kaz’s words again as she replayed what had just happened. We’re not exactly good with this…
    He wasn’t talking about leaving women. He was talking about leaving her. They weren’t really okay with it. It was what they had to do because she had to pick them this time. Myan had been trying to give her a hint with the note.
    That was it…
    She rushed for the door, hoping the nosy desk clerk would be able to help her get transportation into the nearest city. If she hurried, she might even be able to catch the same flight as Kaz and Myan.
    She whipped open the door then froze, staring at the pair before her. The most beautiful men in the world leaned against the railing that ran opposite her room. Their faces were tense as if they were unsure what she’d do. All they’d had to do was listen to her thoughts…
    She knew instantly that they’d purposely stayed out.
    “You’re still here,” she breathed finally. Life seemed to flow back into her at just seeing