My name is Amelia and I'm in love with two men. The first is my best friend, has been forever, as unconventional as that may be.

The second is the man I'm contracted to marry, have been forever, or so it seems.

The problem is I can't live without Ender. He grounds me, understands me, he helps me when nobody else can.

But Charles—Jacks… he has no intention of sharing me with another, friendship or otherwise. And Charles… he makes my head spin. I can't seem to control myself around him and since I have such a hard time staying grounded to begin with…

Well… that's my dilemma.

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Amelia is to be my wife. I don't like that there's a discussion about this, but here we are. I also don't like that the discussion includes another man and yet... here we are. I want her. I've always wanted her. She will be my wife, no matter what I have to do... or who I have to deal with. I will deal with it.

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Jacks doesn't understand her, he doesn't, He doesn't know why she acts the way she does or how to help her when she falls into a place that seems so terrifying from the outside that I can't imagine what it's like for her on the inside. I love Amelia. I always have, and I always thought we would end up together, I thought— wrongly, apparently—that Jacks would give up. But he didn't. He's here in London to claim his rights under the years-old contract their father's bartered for her hand. And it doesn't look like he'll relent. So I'll have to walk away and lose her forever, unless we can find another way, the three of us, to make this work.