“Wait,” says Ilmari with a raised hand of his own. He focuses his full attention on me. “Rakas, who did you pick?” I glance between my guys. Shit. “Umm…” “Oh, don’t you even fucking say it,” Jake groans. “You picked Cay too, didn’t you?” I bite my lip, looking to Ilmari. God damn it, I hate to see that look in his eyes. It doesn’t really matter, right? “I’m your husband, Rakas,” he says, the hurt evident in his tone. “Yes, and I love you more than my own life,” I reply, stepping closer. “And you’re usually the most even-tempered man I know. But, love, you do have a tendency to go a little
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