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Alek’s thick finger tapped on my notebook, drawing my attention back to his message. I snorted, despite my mortification at being so publicly called out by our professor. Before I could do anything, Noah took my pen and scratched out both boxes.

Huffing, I tore the paper out of the book and crumbled it before shoving it into my bag. Then I crossed my arms over my chest and stared straight ahead at our toad of a teacher, desperate to look at anyone but the two men who both wanted something from me.

I had two invitations from two beautiful men I wanted, but it had never been more clear to me that I had to make a choice. Anxiety curled in my belly, forming a cold pit that gnawed incessantly.

Which would keep us safe, and which would end the world? How could I know who was the right choice?