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“I am not a nice girl,” Silla says reluctantly, her happy glow fading. I want to poison Kal’s drink, not to kill him, but give him the shits so badly he believes his bowels are making their exit from his body. “You’re so sweet, Kal, I think we should be friends, because my sex life is a little fucked up.”

“I would say you’re being presumptuous in thinking I’m interested, but Andrya found me stalking you,” Kal grumbles, making me snort. “I was obsessed with you before I even saw your face. You’re beautiful, but I don’t know what to think.”

“She’s too much for you, bro,” Falcon chuckles behind him.

Kal glances back, flushing with embarrassment. I don’t think he realized that they were so close to us. That’s the other thing, there’s no privacy amongst us. I don’t think that he could handle it.

Spending years in a reform camp means I’m used to it.

“I mean, maybe I am,” Silla says with a shrug. “I’m a little broken now.”

“You’re perfect,” I growl, wrapping my arm around her middle and laying my head on her shoulder. “Life is short, enjoy the kinky side of life.”

“Are you going to follow your own advice on that, big sis?” Ayden teases me, and I shrug.

“Maybe. I was almost a little sad I didn’t join you all,” I tell them, ignoring the silence behind us. They can interpret that however they’d like.

I’m not being a tease, I’m simply figuring out what I can handle. If a therapist would see me and not be killed by the queen for my spilling her secrets, I’d go see one. However, I won’t endanger anyone with the anger and hatred in my soul.

“Alright then,” Grayson says, clearing his throat. “We’ll figure out what that looks like as we go, Andrya.”

“I know you’ve had sex with Isaac and Sidney, but if you could have sex with anyone else in our group, who would it be?” Silla asks.

“What?” I ask. I understand the question, but I’m confused regardless. Isaac and I stopped hooking up as soon as Silla came to Forbach Reform Camp, and I…

I don’t know how to process this. Grayson is very caring with all of us, but I haven’t allowed myself to really think of him in a sexual way. Well, not until the growl earlier today. Fuck, what is going on with me?

Why is my vagina a hussy, now of all times?

“I’m not trying to trap you into an answer, Andrya,” Silla admonishes. “The question just popped up, and my mouth ran away with it before I could think about it.”

She pulls away from me, taking steps to stare out at the drop off the cliff. “I wasn’t expecting her to ask me that,” I whisper.

“She thinks she did something wrong by asking,” Isaac tells me, staring after her. “Silla is making me nervous standing so close to the edge.”

My heart starts to pound as I break away from them to walk toward her. I don’t think she’s going to step off, but Isaac’s words make me feel twitchy.

“Baby?” I say gently as I slowly ease my arm around her waist, forcing her to take a step back. The wind is blowing hard over here, and it’s frigid.

“I wasn’t going to step off, just needed space,” she mumbles, staring in front of her.

“You have every right to ask me whatever you want,” I explain to her, kissing her cheek. “We are yours, but there’s a lot of relationships happening between us all too. No one will ever hide anything from you. I was just taken a bit by surprise because I hadn’t thought about it before.”

“I… it’s selfish of me to be with so many people and then ask you that, isn’t it?” Silla is staring unseeingly into space, and I’m doubly glad that my arm is anchoring her.

“Why is there a limit to who you can love?” I ask, inhaling her jasmine scent. “I think open communication is really important, I just have been so anti-romantic attraction for anyone, it really took me by surprise. To answer your question, Grayson growled at the two of us, and I wanted to call him "Daddy".”

Silla sputters with laughter and I grin.

“Gods, he is sexy when he growls,” Silla sighs. “I think he knows it too, doesn’t he?”

“Oh yeah,” I grin, looking out over the cliff with her. There’s a raging ocean over the edge, the water angry as it slams into the cliffs. I was so focused on Silla earlier as we walked through here that I didn’t pay much attention to the view. “He was really good to all of us when we thought you were dead, but I didn’t realize that I was developing feelings for him. I feel as if I’m doing something wrong.”

“You’re not,” Silla denies, shaking her head. “I don’t feel possessive of them with you. Maybe I was a little jealous when I found out you had been sleeping with Isaac before I arrived to FRC, but that’s more because I thought he’d prefer you to me.”

“I was easy pussy,” I mutter with a shrug.

“’I heard that,” Isaac says behind us.