I was three drinks past caring when I tapped "Accept All Terms" on an app called FateBind.
One second I was on my couch in my pajamas. The next, I was on my knees in a forest with two moons, and three men were arguing over who owned me.
Kaelith — Fae lord. Ice-cold. Antlers like living bone. Spoke about me like a clause in a contract.
Riven — Dragon. Gold eyes. Radiated heat that made my skin hum. Spoke about me like I was already his.
Soren — Shadow. Dark coat, darker smile. Spoke about me like I was the most entertaining catastrophe he'd ever witnessed.
The contract bound all four of us. Shared custody. Competitive claim. A proximity rule that meant I couldn't be more than ten feet from two of them without everyone feeling pain.
Every touch made the bond stronger. Every argument made it worse. Every night the contract invented new ways to push us closer while they fought over who deserved to be closest.
I told myself I wouldn't choose.
The contract said I wouldn't have to.
It lied.