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the Holy Seal,” Cassie says boldly, crossing her arms. She isn’t going to let up on this and I’m glad, because I’m just as curious.
    Jezi exhales, and runs her fingers through her hair. “I… I don’t know what’s going on,” she says with a shrug, looking away from us. “He kissed me… yes… but we haven’t really spoken about it since.”
    There’s a vulnerability in her tone I haven’t heard from her before. Like her heart’s decided to rest on her sleeve, even if temporarily.
    “It’s Weldon. You’re lucky if you get more than a sentence that makes sense from him,” Cassie says, raising her eyebrows. “You know feelings aren’t really his thing.”
    Jezi exhales again, forcefully this time. “I can’t believe I’m admitting this,” she says, her head held down in shame, “but I actually think I like him. Like… really like him. I keep having these dreams.”
    “Whoa!” Cassie says, grabbing Jezi by the arms. “Dreams? You’re dreaming of him now?”
    Jezi’s face is unmistakably basted in red. She’s looking over her shoulder, toward the house, telling Cassie to lower her voice, and I can’t help but smile. Laugh. I’ve never seen her like this. Open. Unsure. “You have to keep this to yourself. Swear. Not even Gavin, or I’ll spell your hair right off your head!”
    “Okay!” Cassie says on the edges of laughter. “Don’t be so touchy. It’s just a crush.”
    “A crush I have no business having,” she mutters.
    “He’s really not that bad, beneath his asinine remarks,” I say. “He actually has a really deep heart.”
    Jezi’s face smoothes out a little, like those words were much needed. “We should head in,” she says. “Make sure they haven’t killed one another yet.”
    “Hopefully, they did. It would save us from having to,” Cassie says, throwing her arm over Jezi’s shoulder with a small wink.

 
     
    I’M NOT AS SURPRISED AS I thought I would be when we enter the house and find Gavin and Jaxen sitting next to each other on the chaise.
    Gavin’s hand grips Jaxen’s shoulder in a fatherly manner, and my heart does a weird little flip. Jaxen’s head is down, listening intently to whatever it is that Gavin’s quietly telling him. His elbows are perched on his legs, his hands crossed in front of him. He turns his head so he can see Gavin, unleashing the most sincere smile I’ve seen him wear in days.
    A real smile.
    A smile filled with so much love and respect that it chokes me.
    The love they share between each other is something sacred. It’s a bond not many will ever have the chance to experience. Something that no one but them can ever truly understand. And this makes me realize that relationships are like fingerprints. No two are the same, and no two can be replicated. They are unique to each person involved, and even though what may seem like a detrimental, end-all blow to me, may be something that together, they can overcome.
    And I think I love them more because of it.
    Weldon’s over by the liquor cabinet, one hand placed against the old oak wood, holding him upright, and the other filling two crystal glasses with amber-colored liquid. He puts the top back on the decanter, and then adds two pieces of ice to each glass with the precision of an artist. The three of them are completely absorbed in what they’re doing, unaware that we’ve even returned.
    Jezi’s eyes scan the room, and then she places her fingers against her lips and whistles loudly, forcing the attention from everyone in the room onto her.
    All three heads turn.
    Cassie snickers.
    Gavin’s hand falls from his brother’s shoulder.
    “The wards are set. Everyone is settled in. So, now that you two have kissed and made up, can we get to the discussion of what the hell comes next?” Jezi says, strolling into the room with an extra curve in her walk.
    Weldon clears his throat, licking his lips as his gaze dances over her figure. “I love a woman who can whistle,” he says,