The thought of being Sanshoku’s was so tempting. Rambaldi’s wounded heart yearned to find peace and safety. The siren in front of him offered it, and he was enamored of her, to tell the truth. He wanted to say yes, to pledge it to her, but the fear of being hurt again hammered his mind, making him hesitate and stumble over himself. However, there was that little voice telling him that . . . he could be happy with Sanshoku. She, he felt, was a keeper and a true jewel. She blended right into Ranjord with her Aquatis bloodline, and she seemed to be protective and loyal.
“Yes,” he finally admitted, a single word in a single breath. His ice orbs gazed, a bit afraid, into the siren seductress’ face.

“So tell me when you’re gonna let me in.”