Two years after those days, our DNA would be altered. Melissa asked us never to forget our bodies. The problem with the Union is losing control and wanting to live only through feelings, as if physical pleasure were something dispensable.

  To prevent that, they left us a sentence engraved in our essence. The same one that governs the Sekvens: to wake up every morning in love with our own partners. In my case, I found that almost unnecessary. How could I not fall in love every day, surrounded by so much beauty, charisma, and intensity?

  The beauty of a Sekvens is disconcerting. It invades without asking permission, envelops you, tightens, dominates—without any intention of letting you go. There is no escape. No getting used to it. Only surrender.

  Tariel’s beauty, on the other hand, is an invitation. Delicate, subtle, it asks for care, presence, devotion.

  Anastácia is enchantment. A powerful magnet that pulls you in without offering any way back.

  The Reborn… are fire.

  Coming into contact with them is like diving into an erupting volcano.

  I never saw any sense in wanting to live on feelings alone.

  Still in the bedroom, I lost myself in Mila’s innocent smile and in the mischievous gaze of Tariel and Anastácia.

  Anastácia stretched, pulled Mila closer, and laid her down on the bed.

  “Enjoy it,” she said, smiling. “This bed is delicious…”

  “Hug it,” Tariel said, tossing her a pillow.

  The four of us ended up lying together, squeezed tight, too close for any formality, talking amid laughter and casual touches.

  “So, my loves… what do you think about all this?” I asked. “In the end, we’ll be much more than just three.”

  “We need to tell them they’re your wives,” Anastácia said.

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  “Will you be okay with that?” I asked. “You said yourself you felt jealous.”

  She took a deep breath before answering.

  “Actually… I long for it.”

  “That surprises me,” I murmured, hugging her, since she was beside me.

  “After Melissa’s kiss, the feeling I have is that just the three of us isn’t enough,” she confessed. “I want more. I want to love. I want to belong to all of them.”

  “Me too!” Tariel lifted her head over Mila. “They belong to me. They’re mine. I won’t let them slip away.”

  She said it with her eyes fixed on Mila, making her blush. In response, she received kisses, nibbles on her ears, and a burst of laughter from the playful chaos that followed.

  “The kiss…” I murmured. “I forgot that you received it too. That explains everything.”

  “Explains what?” Mila asked.

  “When we’re touched, we don’t receive only the energy of the Sekvens,” I explained. “We’re invaded by the absolute certainty that we are loved. By the peace that brings. When their bond reached us, we began to share the same certainty, the same affection. That’s what united us.”

  I leaned in and kissed Anastácia. She responded without hesitation.

  “But the kiss…” I continued. “It’s different. The invasion is so intense, so charged with unfamiliar feelings, that it’s as if all barriers were destroyed.”

  Love surrounds us, introduces us to something greater than any paradise. We touch a fragment of the limitless love they venerate… and, without logic, without fear, we begin to want more.

  “That’s why I want all of them,” Tariel said, placing a hand on her chest. “There’s so much love in here… that I need to give. I need to live this. The more they love me, the more I’ll love them. And the happier I’ll be.”

  “We need to touch, hug, hold…” Anastácia wrapped herself tightly around me. “Show what we feel.”

  When we woke up after the kiss, we could barely wait for Willian to take us. We needed to prove how much we loved him.

  “I learned how to show what I feel,” I confessed. “But I still don’t understand how it will work in practice. And even so… Mila, it was you who made me realize that practice matters little. The hardest—and most fascinating—part, we already have.”

  Mila jumped onto Anastácia, who adjusted herself to place her beside me. Then, shyly, she kissed me. Her cheeks flushed. I smiled, awkwardly.

  “I want to show my love for you,” I said, kissing Anastácia’s face. “I’ll wait eagerly.”

  “Just wait for Willian!” Tariel threw herself over the two of them. “I don’t need to wait.”

  I was literally expelled from the bed. It was too small for so much energy, so much laughter, so much mixed affection.

  I left them there, playing and talking, and headed to the dining room.

  “Would you like something to eat?” Jazzia asked attentively. “The Sekvens must be savoring all this affection.”

  “Have they already left?”

  “Yes. But they’ll be back soon. All of them.”

  “All of them?” A shiver ran through my body. “All eighty?”

  “Exactly.”

  I took a deep breath.

  “A wine, please.”