In the New Republic, every woman must marry five men. It's the law. Welcome to the apocalypse. Drea was completely lost except for Eric's hands cupping her face. Eric's blue eyes piercing hers. "This isn't a marriage where each of us get a sliver of you. No, baby, that's not how this is gonna work. You have to give every one of us all of you. Pour it all out. Every single drop of yourself and trust that we'll fill you back up." His stare only grew more intense. "We will never leave you. Never forsake you. We are yours until the end of time. And baby, you are ours." She defies them at every turn. But will they master her in the end?