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wearing a smirk while holding up a glass, swirling it so the ice clinks together. “You’re just in time. Anyone want one?”
    “Sure,” Cassie says first, blowing out a big enough breath to push away the wild strands of curly, strawberry-blonde hair falling against her porcelain face. She crosses the room in a few large, greedy strides, snatches a glass from his hand, and tips it back. When she’s done, she drags a hand across her mouth and hands the glass back over to Weldon, who stares at it with a perplexed look upon his face.
    Everyone’s left staring at her, mouths open.
    “What?” she says with a defensive shrug. “If we’re going to have this conversation, then I want a drink.”
    “Class at its finest,” he mutters, and then his eyes cut back over to Jezi’s. The golden color deepens a little, smoldering with thoughts I think he yearns for her to hear. “You?” he asks, holding up the other glass, his voice low and deep.
    I feel the immediate heat radiating off her body when he addresses her. The way her heart beats out of sync and her mind grows fuzzy, and I immediately close myself off from her, not wanting to pry.
    “No, thanks,” she says, her eyes locked on his. Her voice is quiet and lilted with the melody of courtship.
    Jaxen rises from the chaise and finds my gaze. His charcoal-gray V-neck is half-untucked from his dark denim jeans. His hair is standing at all ends from the constant twisting and pulling he does every time he gets nervous. He wears a soft smile under his five o’clock shadow that doesn’t quite meet the hidden sadness I see dwelling deep within his green eyes.
    I swallow the millions of emotions he makes me feel in just one look and cross the room. When he lifts his hand out to me, I take it and let him pull me down onto his lap. Cassie sits on Gavin’s, giggling when he plants kisses along the curve of her neck. He grins at her and she ruffles his hair, wearing the only kind of smile you can wear when you’re in love.
    “Here,” Weldon says, handing Gavin his drink. He takes his seat across from us in one of the black leather, diamond-tufted armchairs, slouching comfortably as if he’s sat in it a thousand times before.
    “So,” Jezi says, taking her seat next to him in the other armchair. “Where do we begin?”
    “With where it last ended. Clara,” Jaxen says, intertwining his fingers with mine. “We suspect she has Faye’s Grimoire. She wasn’t able to call it to her.”
    Jezi’s eyes grow wide. She sits straight. “You left it there?” she asks, not even trying to hide her disappointment.
    “Oh no,” Cassie says. She also sits straight and leans forward, her eyes glued to my face in shock.
    I feel like the world’s worst Witch.
    “It’s not like I had much of a choice,” I say quickly, defensively. “It was kind of hard to get back to my room when I was busy saving our lives.”
    “There are certain spells you set in place to make sure that doesn’t happen. That keeps your Grimoire from even being touched by another. You didn’t do that?” Jezi asks, and I hate how she’s already ready to attack me. To scold me like a teacher scolding a student who couldn’t answer the simplest question.
    Heat flushes up my neck. My mouth and throat are a dry wasteland. “No,” I say sharply, trying not to focus on all the negative attention geared toward me. “No one told me about those types of spells. I just did basic ones. It’s not like I’ve had the training you all have had. I’ve had a few books and the quick lessons you’ve given me.”
    Jezi palms her forehead, shaking her head.
    Cassie clears her throat and runs her hands down her legs. “It’s okay. This is all okay. It isn’t the end all,” she chants, trying to sound encouraging even though her voice is still shaking with shock. She’s always the kinder one, and it helps ease the tension in my shoulders a little. “The bright side is that no one, aside from the rightful owner of the