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on?
    “That’s the shit we’re talking about,” Tyson said as
he used his magic to smash a bowl against the wall and then reform it back to
perfect. It was his stress reliever when he was upset. His eyes were flashing
with threads of gold but were still mostly brown. “We’re not just anyone. Spreading
information to us is what they’re supposed to do.” 
    Jacob grinned then. “So, Jessa, your sister’s kind of
hot, don’t you think?” The jackass struck again. I knew him well enough to know
he was simply trying to release some tension.
    She was hot, in an innocent, I’m-still-a-virgin way.
But I was so not having this conversation tonight. “For that you will get me
some food now, or I’ll tell Stella that you were with her and her sister on the
same night.” Stella was the most competitive fey I’d ever known. If she found
out he’d never hear the end of it.
    “Damn, that’s low.” He got to his feet and moved
toward the kitchen, calling back to me. “And for the record, your sister has
nothing on you, you’re as fucking gorgeous as they come. It’s a shame you’re
off limits, but I’d rather be your best friend forever than lover for a
moment.” Truth . Jacob was not giving me a line. His sincerity was clear,
and I could scent truth. This was not a skill every shifter had, but I was very
good at it.
    The Compasses were the love ‘em and leave ‘em types.
Most supes were, unless we found our true mates, but that was a rare
occurrence. We’d all decided long ago it wasn’t worth it to risk a hookup, we
had too many years of friendship to put it in jeopardy for one fun night. And I
was standing by that, no matter how often they flashed those dimples in my
direction.
    Funnily enough, though, you found your mates through
sexual contact, once you were over the age of maturity. It could happen from
something as simple as a kiss, if it was hot enough, right up to that moment
during sex where you can’t even remember your own name. So far all of us were
minus mates, and we were okay with that. We were still young, and forever with
one supernatural was a long time. 
    The boys must have sensed I wasn’t in the mood to go
over the events of the day. Instead they busied themselves doing other things.
Except Braxton. He stayed by my side, his hot thigh pressing down the length of
mine as he crowded me. Maximus chose a movie for us. I was sort of paying
attention; it was something with lots of action and explosions. Tyson was busy
manning the front door. One would think it was a nightclub from the number of
freaking girls he had to turn away. Although, his responses brought a true
smile to my face. 
    “Fuck off, we’re full tonight,” I heard him holler to
a few very persistent shifters. He was shaking his head when he walked back in.
“The witches are so sensitive. I only have to hint that their ass is too big
and they run for the hills. But shifters, you guys are tough as nails. I can’t
even insult them away from the front door.”
    “You’re a bastard, Ty,” I said as I snuggled down into
the lounge, my lack of sleep and emotionally trying day getting the better of
me. If my stomach wasn’t trying to eat itself I’d have been flat out snoring
already.
    “It’s not my fault witches’ metabolisms are not as
fast as the other supes,” he said, flopping down on the other side of me.
    I was rolling my eyes under my closed eyelids. Tyson
loved curves of all descriptions, he was just talking his usual shit. And
speaking of metabolism, my eyes flew open as the scent of food tantalized my
senses. Jacob was pushing in the buffet sideboard and on it was a ton of food.
Generally we ate in the large dining hall with everyone else; it was a place of
bonding for the supernatural community. But on nights we didn’t want to mingle
with the masses, the boys had a service that provided them with meals. My body
rose off the chair of its own accord. I was angling to be first in line for food.
    “I tell