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Joining Lucian and Erik at the suite's bar, I pour myself a scotch before our strategy session begins. We exchange knowing looks, aware this conversation is critical.

With the blueprints laid out, I turn to Lucian steadily. "What's the plan?"

Lucian's eyes flash with excitement. "I aim to give us an edge. During the celebrations, we can sneak into the tunnels through a rarely used servant's entrance I found on the blueprints. Quick in and out before anyone notices."

I nod approvingly. "Brilliant. That discreet access point is perfect."

With a mischievous smirk, Lucian declares we should ready ourselves for a night of indulgence. I smile, thinking of Danica, replying I've got my fun planned.

Erik gulps his drink, chiding Lucian's lack of self-control. “Lucian, you’re a horny little shit.”

I watch their back-and-forth with a smirk, but my mind's already turning over heavier shit. It's about time to lay it all out about Danica.

I suck in a deep breath, steeling myself for the dive. "I gotta talk about that brunette from the club. There's... something weird going on with her." I lay out the facts—this crazy-ass bond I'm feeling, the confusion’s written all over me.

Lucian's eyes glint with amusement. "Ah, you mean the mortal girl? Rhyland, buddy, you've got better odds winning the lottery while getting struck by lightning than finding your soulmate in a human."

I exhale heavily, emotions churning. "Don't you think I know that, asshole?"

He claps me on the back. "But hey, if you want to buy a ticket for the Hot Mess Express, I won't stop you! Just don't come crying to me when you're scraping your heart off the floor later."

I raise an eyebrow at his bluntness, but Lucian just chuckles. "What, too harsh? I'm just saying you might as well try catching a unicorn while you're at it. But if you insist on playing with fire, or in this case, a lit powder keg..." He puts his hands up in mock surrender. "Fine by me! I could use some entertainment watching you chase this little pipe dream. Consider me your supportive sidekick as you board the Heartbreak Rollercoaster from hell. I'll even hold your tissues when it inevitably explodes."

He claps me on the back again. "Now buckle up, lover boy. Sounds like you're in for one wild ride with no happy ending!" His eyes twinkle merrily at my soured reaction.

I glare at him. "Your confidence in me is truly touching. Remind me again why I tolerate you?"

Lucian laughs. "Because I'm the only one who tells it like it is!"

Erik looks astonished. "Never heard of one of us mating with a human. You know the saying, if one dies, the other follows…Did you already bind her?"

I meet his intense gaze. "No, she has no idea."

Lucian grins. "Big bro's got a crush? Never thought I'd see the day." His skepticism doesn't surprise me.

Erik takes a thoughtful breath."If you believe she's your mate, we support you. I trust your judgment."

My head's a whirlwind, all tangled up with thoughts of Danica—those honey-gold eyes, her sun-soaked skin. Desire kicks up a notch, but it's wrestling with uncertainty. Can a mortal even grasp what's firing up between us? Did I get it all wrong?

Erik seems to read my mind. "Listen to your gut. If you feel the bond is true, trust in that."

I give a slow nod, feeling a swell of thanks. The trust from my brothers gives me a boost, even while questions still buzz around. But one thing's clear as crystal—I've got to see Danica tonight.

A few hours tick by, and we've got our strategy locked down for hitting those tunnels at the ball. I head back to my room, a place that screams luxury, but all I can think about is getting to my fierce angel.

Danica

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Ifinish at the lab and head out to meet Emily for our ball gown fitting. We meet at the Enchanted Elegance, renowned for its exquisite selection of costumes and masks.

When I step inside, soft classical music fills the air. Luxurious fabrics, shimmering ornaments, and elegantly dressed mannequins create an aura of anticipation and magic. It's the perfect setting for this special fitting.

The friendly sales associate, Victoria, leads us to a private fitting room and presents stunning options. Emily and I whisper excitedly as we try on our gowns. They fit perfectly.

Victoria helps tailor and adjust the ensembles, offering styling suggestions to complete our looks. Once dressed, we stand before the mirrors, marveling at our transformations. The gowns are straight from a fairy tale, accentuating our best features.

Victoria adds the finishing touches, her needle moving with practiced precision. After she steps back, a feeling of wonder settles over us. These costumes let us embrace our inner goddesses.