Rafe snarls half-heartedly at Jess, not opening his eyes, as I burst out laughing.“Is that…did that work?” Jackson asks, looking between Jesse and Rafe curiously. “He’d take off his shirt and…what would happen?”“He’d take off his shirt and the panties would drop,” Jesse says, dropping his hand dem
“About what?” another voice says at the door, and my face bursts into a grin when I realize that it’s my Mark.“Markie!” I call, thrilled, patting the bed beside me.Mark starts to smile at me but then looks around the room, guilt washing it away. “Rafe, I’m really sorry –““We’re good, Mark,” Rafe
“Still not going to take my magic?” Midnight asks, standing in the door to her yurt with her hands on her hips, dressed in a fairly fantastic collection of clothes that she clearly picked for herself with enthusiasm from the insanely large selection my mom bought for her.I smile, taking in the thre
I bite my lip, fighting a smile, and Jackson sends me a nudge down the bond. When I look up at him and he frowns at me, clearly wanting to know what’s going on, I break into a laugh.He just scowls and shakes his head, wanting to know but not pushing it, knowing I’m not giving him any secrets until
“All right, who’s in!?” Jesse asks, beaming around at our little circle with a laugh.“Absolutely not,” Midnight says, slowly shaking her head and looking around at all her collected cake like she has no reason at all to leave. “Abandon this to go drink demon juice? With the ruffians and the whores?
His frown deepens as he puts the thought out of his mind, knowing that he’s never going to get it right if he tries to venture a guess, so he turns his eyes back to his companions. Jesse and Mark stand close to each other, laughing about something, and Ben and Rafe sit quite close, whispering – prob
The girl rolls her eyes again, waving a dismissive hand at the Prince and the super hot Alpha. “Whatever, lie all you want, I get the picture.” She turns and begins to walk away, giving them both a wink over her shoulder as she goes. “Come find me if you ever change your mind!”“Damn, you really pul
“I can’t, man,” Cristof says, shaking his head, his face breaking a bit to show the true sorrow that’s running through him. “I have to get back.”“Back?” Jackson asks, going still. His hands tighten on Cristof’s shoulders. “Cris, don’t go back – it’s fucking awful there, it’s so much better here – t