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of Tristan,
her charcoal- lined eyes widened. “It’s you,” she said. “You were
in my vision.”
    Tristan tensed, then pushed away from the
wall and slowly walked toward them.
    Everly straightened and stared directly at
him.
    A growl rumbled from his chest as their gazes
met and clashed.
    Izzy jumped, but Everly didn’t even
flinch.
    “Knock it off, Snowman,” Izzy said, not
feeling nearly as brave as she pretended.
    Tristan’s jaw clenched, but he stopped
posturing and took a seat once more.
     
    * * * * *
     
    The dark-haired woman should be terrified of
him, but Tristan sensed no fear. She’d said she knew him from her
vision. He wondered what exactly she’d seen. He didn’t like being
left out of the loop.
    Tristan didn’t know what to make of Isabel’s
tiny friend, but he did know one thing—there was no way in hades
that he and Isabel were going to be lovers. He didn’t sleep with
humans. Ever! Tristan was an aggressive lover, and they were too breakable. They also carried inferior genes compared to the
Moonlight Kin.
    Of course, one look at Isabel’s horrified
expression and Tristan knew that wasn’t something he’d ever have to
worry about.
    Good , he thought. That made two of
them.
    Isabel glanced at him then back to Everly.
“What did you see?” she asked in a low voice.
    Everly continued to stare at him. Then she
slowly met her friend’s startled gaze. “He can hear every word you
say. Doesn’t matter if you whisper. Does it?” she asked him.
    Tristan stared at her. “No.”
    “Did you see our deaths?” Isabel asked and
swallowed hard.
    Everly bit her lip, and her brow furrowed.
“Not the kind you’re talking about.”
    Isabel frowned in confusion. “What other
kinds of deaths are there?”
    “There’s true death, then there’s everything
else,” Everly said.
    Tristan inhaled. The truth...and a lie. What
wasn’t she telling them?
    “Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Isabel
asked. “You’re acting weird, and for you that’s saying
something.”
    Everly’s gaze slipped back to Tristan.
“You’re not what I imagined. In my vision you were... taller .”
    He crossed his long legs. “I am six foot
five,” he said.
    She wasn’t at all what he’d anticipated
either. Something about the dark little imp made him decidedly
uncomfortable. Her brown eyes held humor and knowledge. Tristan
dismissed the humor, but he wanted the knowledge she hid.
    There was more to Isabel’s friend than she
revealed, but Tristan didn’t have time to uncover all her secrets.
Right now, he only needed to know the answer to one.
    “Introduce me,” she said to Isabel, before he
asked.
    “You don’t want to meet him,” she said. “It’s
better if you don’t know him.”
    Everly glanced at her. “Yes, I do. Especially
now.”
    Isabel looked as if she were about to argue,
until Everly clutched her temple again. “Fine,” she said. “Everly
Watts, this is Tristan Chevalier, but everyone calls him
Frosty.”
    “Not everyone,” he said through gritted
teeth. Only Isabel would dare to do such a thing. He would allow no
other the luxury.
    Everly nodded but didn’t hold out her
hand.
    Smart woman. Or was she simply afraid to
touch him? Humans had odd ideas about his kind. Most worked in
Moonlight Kin favor, but some showed nothing but ignorance. Tristan
didn’t think this woman was stupid. Quite the opposite. Her scent
told him that she wasn’t afraid.
    “So where do you want to take my friend?”
Everly asked, abruptly changing the subject.
    “That’s not your concern,” he said. “Where’d
you get the wolf skull?”
    “That’s not a wolf,” Isabel said. “It’s
human.”
    “Correction,” Tristan said. “He was in human form when he died, but he was not human.”
    Isabel studied the skull. “How can you tell?
It looks just like the others.”
    “Dead or alive, I can smell my own kind,”
Tristan said. “Now where did you get it, Everly Watts?”
    Everly crossed her arms