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She’d told me Pan was taken from his family when he was a pup and abused until they found each other. She’d let him go if he asked, but we were missing something. Logan told us Delilah was like a second mother to her, but she only told her what she thought she needed to know.

I was betting Pan knew things Logan didn’t and there was a reason he refused to find his family. I told her that.

“Oh, I know Delilah and Pan have secrets. I had no idea he was working on some big secret magic trick this long. He only tells me about his magic when he figures out how to do it. He’s got some performance anxiety. I thought he’d learned everything because he can do a lot and he hasn’t had any new skills develop lately.”

“He could be trying to learn something major.”

She turned around in my arms and brushed against my dick again. I tried not to moan because it both felt good and hurt like Hell.

“I think I hurt his feelings when I said he didn’t have thumbs.”

“Is Pan usually delicate about his feelings?”

“No. We insult each other all the time.”

“Then he’s probably not upset.”

Logan leaned forward and started sniffing me.

“Shit, you smell good. Are you wearing something?”

“Just soap and deodorant.”

“That’s not fair. Tell me something to distract me. Caleb and Solomon both want to join the Flame. What do you want to do?”

“No one has ever asked me that before.”

“Well, I want to know. If you could do anything, what would you do? Do you want to stay a priest?”

“I went through this whole phase when I was younger. I should have been in jail, but the judge kept letting me off with probation. A priest took me under his wing. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, so I went to seminary school. I thought I might want to help other kids like me. They took one look at me and decided I should hunt monsters. I didn’t really want to, but I didn’t think I had a choice. I mean, look at me.”

“I’m looking. You’re a big, beautiful man, but you’re also gentle and kind. Pan usually doesn’t like men, and he went straight to you. Tucked Everlasting also tends to hate everyone, and she was protective of you when I tried to talk to you.”

I smiled.

“Tucked is a kitten.”

“Kittens have claws. Some tourists decided to protest a drag brunch in the fucking French Quarter of all places and she broke a press on off in his shoulder. It was beautiful.”

“I wouldn’t have minded seeing that. You should get some sleep, Logan.”

Because I kept inching forward and I really wanted to kiss her. Her eyes were hooded from sleep and her black hair was tousled. She was stunning like this.

“Do you want to kiss me, Saul?”

More than anything. But Caleb would be so disappointed. I knew he already kissed her, but he was cursed at the time. I swallowed and nodded. Caleb was like a father to me. I knew we all had one foot out the door and were thinking of leaving, but I didn’t want to see the look on his face when I confessed to this.

“If it makes to feel better, I’ve already kissed Caleb…twice.”

What? My brain short-circuited. I had a million questions, but I didn’t ask them. I grabbed her and kissed her like my life depended on it. She broke away and cupped my cheek.

“I’m probably going straight to Hell for kissing both of you, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I am stopping this from going any further, though.”

“Because I’m still a priest,” I nodded.

“What? No, because if Rainer hears sex noises, he’s going to shoot you.”

I smiled and pulled her back to my chest.