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of the coven.” He whispers gently, causing me to lean in closer to him so I can hear him better. This is the first time, I have heard of his home or anything of his past and I would be lying if I said, I was not curious. Of course I would never admit to wanting to know these things. Otherwise he may think I am interested in him. Which I guess you would have to be dead not to be, considering the ungodly beauty of him, but I don't need him to know I feel that way.
     
                  Oh God, I should never have started thinking about his beautifulness, now all I can think about are his dark soulful brown eyes, and his long, messy hair that just begged for my fingers to run through it. How is it his hair isn’t greasy and nappy as all get out like mine? Seriously! I want to know his secrets!!! I close my eyes and try to block out all images of him, only to see him appear behind my closed lids. I can now practically feel his week old stubble graze my cheek. He reaches over and lightly touches the side of my face causing my eyes to fly open. He pulls his hand away quickly and coughs into it.
     
    “You had a bit of mud caked on your face there m'anam, I didn't mean to startle you.”
     
    Yea, sure you didn’t. I let his white lie go seemingly unnoticed. If I call him out on it then I would be admitting he got to me as well. Or was I already admitting that by not calling him out on his lie? Oh God! I don't know anymore. Thankfully I don't have to think about it anymore because he starts his story again right where he left off.
     
                  “Anyway, one day this group of guys was gathered around, obnoxiously harassing a young girl. Apparently, she had boasted that she could out shoot anyone else in the coven. Lyon had overheard them harassing her and had immediately gone to her aid. He suggested they have a shooting contest and let the girl prove her skill. I hadn't ever seen either of them shoot before but I have to admit, they caught my attention. So the contest was arranged and everything was set up. It was set to be three rounds total with the person having the most scored rounds at the end being the winner.”
     
    I am completely engrossed in his story. I can just picture them all having this contest, believing they were the best.
     
    “By the end of the second round, it was obvious who the winner was going to be. She had clearly smoked everyone in the contest. And rather than continue and rub it in everyone’s face that she was the best, she offered to end the contest right then, if the guy who had been a jerk before, would simply apologize and admit he was wrong. And so he did, right there in front of the entire coven.
     
    Haas got down on both knees, bowed and proclaimed her the absolute best shooter in the kingdom and begged her saying ‘Please don’t embarrass me further, I can't stand the thought of shaming my family any more’. Of course we all burst out laughing and the contest was done. From that day forward me, Lyon, Haas, and Rochelle have been the best of friends. More like family than anything else. Until now.”
     
                  I don't know what to say to any of this now. It was hard for me to see Rochelle as anything other than an annoying psychotic bitch. But I understood better now the bond they all had. And the pain, I am sure they are all feeling at her betrayal. I reach over and take Orin’s hand, gently rubbing the top of his palm with my thumb. My touch seems to pull him from his remorseful mood and I am rewarded with another glimpse at his stunning smile and adorable dimples.  My heart rate picks up instantly and I feel my blush return. Luckily, it is now completely dark out and he can’t see the flush to my skin.
     
    “So, can I ask you a question? Lyon has explained some of the Craecia to me and so did Erik before we left, but I have been wondering…Why are we only searching here in the U.S? I mean, you guys are from somewhere in Africa