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chef. Meagan Thornhill, a half-Fae heiress who was a good bit further along than Fianna, perched on a stool and watched.
    Lana missed having her cousins live above the bar with her, although she understood the reasons for their move. With the babies coming, Greg needed a bigger place, aside from having just inherited the responsibilities of Prime alpha for all the southern Michigan werewolf packs. As Greg’s second, or beta, his younger brother, George, had moved into the house next door, along with Jase Monroe, his human mate. While Lana got it, sometimes it felt like everyone was moving on except her.
    Wait until you graduate, she told herself for the thousandth time. She’d traveled with her cousins in a band for years and had gone to school later, after they’d settled back in Detroit. Just a few more weeks and she’d have her master’s and be done. She already had a job lined up at a brand-new green technology firm. Once that got going, she could figure out what to do with her personal life.
    “You’re sure Des said he was coming?” Elise Sutton asked while helping Lana lug food out to the dining room. The tiny art dealer hefted the heavy bowls with ease, though she was so petite she didn’t look like she could lift a thing. After last night, Lana was beginning to think Wyndewin had powers other than magic. No human had ever been able to flip her like Des had on the couch. “I know the League’s been giving him a hard time about fraternizing with the enemy.” She flicked a look at her elven mate and soon-to-be-husband. “Assholes. I’m so glad I quit.”
    Don’t even think about last night. Lana shrugged. No wonder he considered it a mistake to sleep with her. “That’s what he said when I ran into him on campus.” Could she really get him fired? That would suck big time.
    “What was Des doing on campus?” Jase snagged a celery stick off the table and turned to Lana, the silver beads in his black dreadlocks tinkling softly as he moved.
    “Good question.” Greg, tall and dark, with shaggy, shoulder-length hair, stopped on one of his frequent forays into the kitchen to check on his wife. He winked at Lana. “I know you too well to think you didn’t ask.”
    Lana paused. It wasn’t really her story to tell, but then again, Des was late. “There’s a new drug on the street that might be related to Nightshade’s formula. This one is aimed at humans.”
    When questions flew at her from all directions—it seemed every other person in the house had materialized in the dining room at just that moment—she held up her hand. “That’s all I know. Really. Des promised to explain when he gets here.” If he gets here.
    “Uncle Des is down the street.” Five-year-old Adina Greene popped into the room and tugged on Elise’s sleeve. “He brought chocolates.”
    “Did you see his car?” Aidan, her father, asked.
    Dina shook her head. “No. I just know.” She bounded off toward the front door, with most of the adults following behind her, except for Fee, Meagan and George, who returned to the kitchen.
    Greg shook his head and muttered, “I sure as hell hope my kids aren’t that powerful.”
    Lana nodded. Even for someone with both Fae and Wyndewin parents, little Dina’s magical ability was somewhere in the legendary category.
    A few moments later, Greg opened the door to Des, who walked in, his arms laden with blooms.
    “Did you buy out a florist?” Ric Thornhill, elven bard and Meagan’s husband, laughed as he and Jase relieved Des of some of the offerings piled in his arms.
    “Well, it didn’t seem right to bring flowers for Fee, but not for the other ladies.” He also produced, as Dina had predicted, a large box of high-end chocolates, which he handed to his niece. “Remember, squirt, you have to share these with the other kids and everyone else.”
    Elise commandeered the box from her daughter. “You get one before dinner.” Then she kissed her brother’s cheek. “Thanks for