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like a charm in only minutes.”
    “That right?” Owyn mused. “Handy skill to have, witch.”
    Thames looked at him oddly and started to say something, but then shook his head.
    A beep sounded from Clara’s pocket and her eyebrows shot up as she retrieved her phone. “A message? I thought there was no service in here.”
    “Gash is up at the top with Ryan. He put up a signal booster after they weatherproofed the hole,” Thames explained.
    Owyn raised an eyebrow. “Sounds dirty.”
    Nastia frowned. “What does?”
    “Weatherproofing the hole.”
    “It’s no more dirty than the work you’re doing in here. Maybe even less, since they’re in the open air.”
    Owyn’s mouth was open on a silent argument, but then he looked to Thames, and closed it. Clearly she was missing something.
    “I don’t understand.” Her tone was frustrated as she stared between the two shifters while Clara pressed her lips together, eyes to the ceiling.
    Owyn held his hands up, backing away.
    “Look,” he said, “It ain’t my fault you’re all innocent as a newborn calf, ‘kay? It’s someone else’s job to dirty you all up.” He shot a look at Thames and went back to work on the floor.
    “Wh…” Nastia looked at Clara for an explanation. “What does that mean?”
    “Listen, don’t worry, babes.” Her hand dropped onto Nastia’s shoulder. “They’re being boys. You know, always got sex on the brain and brain on the sex. Just ignore ‘em.”
    Nastia felt her cheeks go red hot. But… how did fixing the hole in the ceiling have anything to do with sex?
    “Well, lookie there.” Clara held her phone in front of her face like she was having trouble seeing. “It’s a message from Eagan. It says he’s on his way up with lunch. And I don’t know about y’all, but this gal is huuuuungry.” She whistled low and walked back to her job. “Gotta finish this line before lunch break.”
    Thames cleared his throat and Nastia snuck a peek at him. His brow furrowed making deep ridges of his forehead but his lips quirked ever so slightly upward. Part of her wanted an explanation. The rest of her wanted to ignore whatever social faux pas she’d just committed.
    Nastia pushed her shoulders back, not willing to be the odd one here. If they knew of some connection between sex and construction, she’d learn what it was.
    “I suppose I have much to learn about being friends with shifters.” She kept her voice casual.
    Thames pressed his lips together, nodding slowly. “Much to learn indeed.” He caught her gaze, that intensity grounding her to her spot on the floor. “But you’ll learn. And something tells me you’ll be a quick study.” His voice was soft with that same authoritative rumble she’d awoken to this morning. And once again, it warmed her from the inside, his words sliding across her skin like warm oil.
    “I will be,” she agreed. “I learn easily. Which is why they call me the wisest. It’s sort of… my thing. Learning. We each have our strengths. This is mine.”
    His lips tweaked and he glanced away. “I can’t wait to teach you.”
    Nastia tilted her head, sensing there were two totally different conversations taking place. Weren’t they still talking about her learning the social details of befriending shifters?
    “Come on, little witch. I want to show you what we’ve done so far. I think you’ll like it.”
    He was always concerned about her likes and dislikes. She wasn’t that hard to please. The cabin in the woods she’d shared with her sisters was quaint and simple. They didn’t have many possessions or attachments. Besides her books and manuals, there was nothing there that she missed.
    Simplicity was the friend of light. When things got complicated is when darkness could come tempting. Just like it had on the battlefield with the Alley Cats. Things had gotten complicated, and she’d chosen wrong. Or right. She still wasn’t sure. Saving her friends and sisters seemed right. Killing to