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him wanted to brag about his lover’s expertise in that department.

“Carter, shut up,” Finn said as he took a seat at the table. “Honey, just ignore him. We all do.”

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“Yeah,” Trevor agreed. “I think it’s the witch in him that makes him a dickhead.”

Witch?

Without thinking about it, Logan grabbed Trevor by the shoulders and positioned the man between him and the witch. Finn said witches could be evil, and he didn’t want to take any chances. This was all still so new to him.

“What the hell are you doing?” Trevor asked.

“He’s a witch. Finn said witches can be bad.”

“So you put me in front of possible danger?” Trevor’s voice rose an octave as he turned to look over his shoulder at Logan. “Nice to know you’d just throw me under the bus like that. And I thought we were friends.”

“I’m sorry, Trevor, but you’re a vampire, and I’m just a human.

You got better chances of survival against witches. Right?” Logan felt bad by the hurt expression on Trevor’s face. He honestly thought Trevor could protect him against danger if need be. The sound of snorts and laughter had him turning toward the table. Quinn and Finn both wore red faces as they tried to not look at him.

“Logan, sweetie, I’m a witch, yes, but I’m not evil.” Carter held up a hand as if swearing an oath to god. “On my honor, and if I’m lying, I’ll never dye my hair again.”

“Now that’s a promise I’d never thought I’d hear,” Quinn said, never looking up from the table.

Logan stepped out from behind Trevor to talk with the witch. He seemed normal, well as normal as a man with pink hair could be.

Talking with Trevor and Carter was fun. It was almost like being around Leo.

“Hey, guys.” A large man offered a greeting as he walked into the kitchen. The man wasn’t fat large but tall and ripped with Incredible Hulk type muscles. But he had a soft, inviting face. Logan didn’t fear the giant of a man. His smile seemed genuine.

“Abner, how’s it going?” his mate asked.

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Logan watched as Abner looked over to Carter, who was acting like he didn’t notice the big guy entering the room. Which was an impossible feat since the man was larger than life. “It’s been better.”

Abner grabbed one of the premade sandwiches off a tray then left the room.

Why can’t he look at me? Can’t he see that I’m hurting, too? I just want him to love me like I love him.

Logan looked over to a downtrodden Carter. He laid a hand on the witch’s shoulder and gave a soft squeeze. “Have you told him how you feel?”

“Huh?” Carter’s faced paled. “What are you talking about?”

“You said that you’re hurting, too, and that you l—”

Carter covered Logan’s mouth with both his hands and eyed him warily. “What are you?”

Logan’s eyebrows drew together in confusion at the question.

Carter still had his hands covering his mouth, and Logan couldn’t speak.

“Carter, what are you talking about?” Finn asked as he got up to come stand by Logan.

“He knew things I was thinking. That’s not common.” Carter moved forward into Logan’s space and took a deep breath.

“Yeah, we discovered that earlier.” Finn looked to him. “Logan can hear people’s thoughts. I was going to ask him about that, but we got distracted.” A blush flooded Finn’s cheeks.

“I smell magic on you,” Carter said as he leaned back against the counter and took a drink from his cup.

“Magic? I have no magic. I’m human.” Logan looked to Finn.

“Well maybe it’s the mating thing.” He looked back to Carter.

“Maybe that’s what you’re smelling.” Logan lowered his voice. “Or maybe from us, you know, having sex.”

“That might be true if he currently had his dick up your ass and was fucking you at this very moment.” Trevor began to laugh. “And

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from the sounds I heard coming from your room earlier, it was the other way around.”

“What the hell!” Finn shouted. “Have you ever heard of a thing called privacy?”

“Yeah I have.” Trevor took another sip from his mug. “But I don’t get out much, so overhearing all you mated couples go at it is my only source of entertainment. Well, that and online porn.”

“Dear god,” Quinn mumbled.

Logan watched as Quinn rubbed his temples in earnest as he held his eyes shut. Stress was apparent in his tight hand movements. Logan could relate. Nothing ever seemed to bother Trevor. He’d say anything that popped into his head, and now Logan felt embarrassed because his