Free Haven's Choice by Tarah Knight

a good mate. Both would love, honor and protect you at all costs. They are both honorable men. The question will come down to which one will win your heart?”
    Haven sighed looking up at the clear night sky. “You know my biggest complaint in all of this, has been about me not having a choice. I didn’t have a choice about being turned or being someone’s Serah. But I’m starting to think that in this maybe not having a choice would have been easier. Brooklyn, how do I choose? How do I decide which man is right for me? Before you told me a little about them I would have said it was Deacon, but now I can see the good in Barron as well. The way he took care of his brother reminds me of how Deacon took care of me. Then the absolute horror of what Deacon went through, yet he stands now as a rational being. The strength and fortitude he must possess is astounding! I truly don’t know!” Brooklyn patted her knee. “I cannot imagine being in your place right now. However I do have somewhat of a suggestion. You need to spend time alone with both men. I would advise against feeding directly from the flesh or engaging in physical consummation with either until you know in your heart which one is your Serah. I’ll leave you alone now. Let me know what you decide to do my dear.” She picked up the empty goblet then she too, poofed out of sight, leaving Haven alone with a heavy mind and an even heavier heart. 
    Several evenings later Haven approached Brooklyn and Verlon as they sat chatting in the moon room, a vamps version of a sunroom. Brooklyn smiled warmly as she entered the room. “Good evening sweetling, would you like to join us?” She gestured to a nearby chair and Haven sat down.
    “I have made my decision.” She announced suddenly. Brooklyn’s eyebrows rose swiftly.  “Truly? You have decided who is your Serah?”
    Haven shook her hea d. “Oh no, not at all! I’ve decided to go with your suggestion and spend time with both. I was just wondering how to go about it. Should we spend time here or perhaps go somewhere else?”
    Verlon spoke up. “If I may make a suggestion? Perhaps you should leave the location up to the men. It is their future at stake as well. Perhaps you should allow them to chose the place where they feel they will be best represented?”
    Brooklyn clapped then laughed. “Of course darling! I , for one, think that is an excellent idea! We have forgotten that it is three lives at risk here, not just Havens. Thank you my love for reminding us.”
    Haven nodded. “I agree. I should let each man choose our destination. It’s only fair really. Now who do I choose to go first?” Then she laughed shaking her head. “Seems like I’m overrun with choices now doesn’t it? I’m finding them to be overrated. Perhaps we should draw names from a hat or maybe I could think of a number between one and ten?”
    “None of that will be necessary. I will allow Barron to go first.” Deacon stepped into the room bowing slighting toward Brooklyn while giving Verlon a nod of his head. But his eyes were fixed firmly on Haven. “Please forgive my intrusion, but I do agree with Verlon’s suggestion as I feel Barron will. I will make the decision easy by allowing my brother first opportunity.”
    “Ah, brother that is very noble of you, however I feel that being you did indeed find her first you should have the first opportunity.” Barron stepped into the room from the opened French doors leading out onto the patio. The brothers stood facing each other a challenge clearly thrown down. Haven rolled her eyes then went to get paper from the den muttering under her breath about stubborn pig-headed men. When she came back she held out her hands to both men.
    “Ok, at the exact same time I want each of you to pick a piece paper from my hand. I can’t deal with any more macho guy crap. Now pick!” They each reached and picked up a small slip of paper. Barron opened his first then crushed it in his hand. Deacon