“—then you’re going to have to strap on your lady balls and tell him.”
I tipped my head back and groaned again, which only made Moira laugh.
“You don’t have to decide anything now. Play the field for a while. You certainly have enough options. Just know that being with all of them is...oneof your choices. The only opinions that matter, Sunday, are yours and whoever you give your heart to. No matter how manysomeonesthat might be. Just make sure they’re worthy of it first.”
“Aw, that was actually sweet. Maybe you should be part of my harem.”
She grinned at me. “Tempting, but the thought of all that man meat flapping around makes my skin crawl. I’ll stick to being your bestie.”
Moira moved over, using her hands instead of her magic to play with my hair, making me think the conversation was over. But she surprised me by asking, “What was that thing the lady in your dreams keeps telling you? Embrace them? Maybe she’s talking about the guys. You said each of them makes you feel stronger and in control. What if they’re the key to unlocking your power?”
A current of electricity buzzed through me. The kind that made my hair stand up on end and my body go hot and cold at the same time. It felt like... premonition.
“I told you about the dreams because they were weird. Not so you could make sense out of them.”
I’d finally caved and told Moira about my recurring dreams the other morning after she’d heard me muttering to myself in my sleep. While I hadn’t had any more sleepwalking episodes, I’d been having the same dream almost every night since my sessions with Caleb started. Unfortunately, I hadn’t gotten any closer to deciphering it. Leave it to my mother to keep things vague and confusing.
But what if Moira was right? What if ‘my guys,’ as she called them, were the answer to discovering who I really was? Kingston had already woken my wolf, and all he’d done was annoy and arouse the hell out of me. And as mad as I was at Noah for once again disappearing, I couldn’t deny the peace I gained when he was around. And Alek? Power pulsed inside me just thinking of him.
If I had them all...
The thought was both terrifying and enthralling, like the promise of something forbidden but oh-so-sweet. Because if Moira was right, maybe, just maybe, I really could have everything I wanted.
I guess the real question was, would I be brave enough to find out?