Last Resort (S.I.N., #1)

by K. Bromberg

This can’t be happening. There are three of them. Identical triplets. All three stunningly handsome. All three staring directly at me. And I swear to God, I have no idea whose scent is still in my nose and whose taste is still on my tongue.

“You’ve waited your whole life to have freedom and wings to fly.” I lean up on my toes and brush a tender kiss to his lips. “Go fly, Callahan.”

“Maybe one day you’ll fall in love and bring her to this place too, Callahan. Your mother would love that.” “I did, Dad,” I murmur below the hum of the jet’s engines before leaning my head back in my seat and closing my eyes. But I didn’t know how to keep her.