Gav looked at her, all humor draining from his eyes. "Of course."
She opened her mouth.
Then froze.
Because the question was already answering itself inside her chest, and the answer was a door she couldn't un-open. She had two mates. Two. Dexmon and Finnick, both of whom had almost died on this mountain for her. Both of whom were bleeding in a chamber right now because they'd thrown themselves between her and a horde of starving vampires without a second's hesitation.
Dexmon and Gavriel had only just started acting normal around each other again. The tension between them had barely cooled. Acknowledging whatever this electricity was would pour gasoline on a fire she'd spent weeks trying to smother.
What good would it do?
None. The answer was none.
Her hand went to the back of her neck. She closed her mouth and swallowed.
Before she could say anything, Gav's eyes surged molten gold.
