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“Perhaps it is as simple as accepting that this world exists?” Arran suggests.
“Maybe. I used to have paranormal experiences when I was a kid.” I sway on my feet.
“You need to eat, sweetheart.” Arran wraps his muscular arms around my waist and practically carries me out of the room and into the kitchen.
“Where is Maxum?” I ask, sitting down at their kitchen nook table.
“Miss his tail already?” Arran teases, fussing in the fridge.
“And his forked tongue,” I add.
He grins. “Fuck, right?”
“So are you and Maxum…” I make a poking gesture with my two fingers. “Fuck buddies?”
“We used to be—to blow off steam, mostly. We don’t mess around anymore, not since I was cursed. As far as our relationship? I don’t know if we ever defined it. We’re all best friends, care deeply about one another, and since we have trust issues, we’ve all had our moments together.”
“Except for Flint?”
“Yeah, not him.” Arran doesn’t elaborate, and I don’t want to invade the gargoyle’s privacy about what happened to make him hate my touch so much. My shifter adds, “Flint doesn’t fool around, but he’s solid.”
“Solid?” I roll my eyes and suppress a chuckle. “I see what you did there.”
“You’ll come to understand just how clever I am,” Arran boasts, then he places a beautiful charcuterie board in front of me.
“Will you or the guys mind if I ask questions about being supes? It’s just blowing my mind that you are real. But I don’t want to get too personal and upset any of you.”
“I had my cock in your ass. You can ask me anything now.”
“Fair point.”
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JADE
Ifeel much better since Maxum used his girthy, textured healing ‘wand’ to cure me.
I don’t remember Osen visiting me in my dreams after I passed out from what I’ll refer to asDouble D-day.
I worry Osen used too much of his magic to keep me from dying. Can a soul be injured from something like that? Will the guys want me around when I don’t have an incubus stowaway?
Is Osen the actual source of my new appeal?
It sort of makes sense they would sense their former lover inside me and become attracted to me by his presence.
Shit. That is far more believable than them wanting me for me—a middle-aged witch.
Oh, well.
I’ll just have to enjoy the ride, hoping they don’t come to their senses and kill me when Osen leaves my body.
I’m restless. I don’t have my computer or phone because the guy’s magic in the house would blow up my devices. I can’t check my book sales, promotions, or emails. I can’t work on my edits for my next release.
Maxum gives me a pen and paper to help take the edge off, but I prefer typing since I can’t read my writing when I write too fast.
“You seem agitated, sweetness,” Arran says from his spot, snuggling up to me on the couch. It’s borderline puppy behavior. And I love it.
