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With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. My One and Only (The Youngers Book 4) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2019 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quot

My body moves to stand up. "Stay down Kitty." I moan standing up again, his hands pushing me down as I fight back. I watch as he moves, my body running for the door, his hands stopping me and pulling me back in. His hands push me down over the table, the rope wrapping around my body. "You wanted to be a brat; well you're getting punished like one." I moan as the rope holds me down over the table. "Four whips witch, count with me." I laugh slightly, unsure why, something about four is weird, usually, it is three, five, or ten, but four?

I am ready. Forty-four years. The fourth book forming. The bowl, made again. Still ready. Always ready.

I was asleep in four minutes. End of Chapter Six.

Her thumbnail pressed into the edge of the phone case and held there. She thought about the call. Standing on a SoHo pavement at five-thirty with her eyes hot and his voice on the line saying not every time but enough times that I cannot say I did not know and I knew I was wrong and I kept walking past anyway. No performance in it. No asking her to make it easier on him. Just the accurate account of a man who did a specific thing for four years and was saying so out loud. She thought about the book. The inside cover. Four sentences in his handwriting and no note attached and no way to take them back once she opened it.

I can't imagine spending time with him outside the hospital; I'd be too awed to speak. "All right, ladies!" Cindy taps a spoon against her glass to get our attention. "We're a book club, so we need to at least look like we're talking about this week's read." She reaches down to take a hardback book out of her bright pink beach bag. "Elin Hilderbrand's The Rumor-so much to unpack here. Who wants to start?" When none of us say a word, Cindy heaves a loud sigh. "Okay, children. I see you're going to make me work for this one. The book is told from four different points of view. Which did you relate to the most?"

It was chaos but thee best one. The biggest highlight besides the kids was Olwethu publishing a book she wrote in eight months. That was just super awesome. With the boys giving her sleepless nights she never stopped. Right now she was in New York promoting her book WOUNDS.. It was a recap of her life and mostly what she experienced in that five days she spent with Zai before I rescued her.

The foursome consisted of one adult male named Vernon, who looked to be in his early thirties, two adult females and a small boy. Imogene was in her late twenties, and Oriana was in her early twenties. The smaller than average eight year old boy was named Holden.

He had barely spoken to me before tonight, yet now, he sat at the chessboard, fingers resting lightly against the queen. Aiden leaned back, watching. Amused. Unconcerned. The final match was slow, deliberate. Each move was made with careful thought, every piece sacrificed with purpose. And then, after what felt like an eternity— Klaus said, “Checkmate.” Silence. Then, Joel exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Well, damn.” The others chuckled. Someone clapped Klaus on the back, congratulating him. My heart pounded. I turned to Aiden, expecting… something.