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“It could be a sex thing,” Tris whispers.
“Anyway.” Owen raises his voice. “Next, we have Ambros Shultz, leader of the Huntsmen.”
Ambros’s beautiful blue-green eyes finally rise from his book. “It’s more of a title than anything. I’m working to disband the organization with the help of Mel’s mothers.”
“That’s still quite impressive, especially for your age.” Aspen dips his chin. “It is a pleasure to meet you.
“And then we have Tris and Rowe Branning—”
“Wendall,” Haut corrects.
At the same time Mel says, “Rothaven.”
Aspen’s gaze jumps back to me and Tris in confusion. “You’re related?”
Owen takes a step back from him. “What?”
Tris leans down to wrap his arms around me. “Nothin’ says lovin’ like a cousin in the oven.”
I reach up to hook a finger in his collar. “Why roam when you can get it at home?”
“Our family tree is a straight line to Hell.”
“You guys, stop!” Mel pinches the bridge of her nose. “No, they’re not related. Tris doesn’t have a last name. I’m so sorry. I swear they’re not usually like this.”
“Disagree,” Haut grunts.
Ros’s attention returns to his book. “If anyone’s related, it’s Owen and Rowe.”
“I promise you, we’re not.” Owen stares at Ros with horror-filled eyes. “We keep meticulous records, and the Wendall and Hartford lines have never been mated until now.”
“Small town makes for a small DNA pool,” Tris teases.
“Don’t forget the orgies.” I turn to Ros. “By the way, Rosebud, do vampires have orgies? Because apparently witches do, and there’s a freaking orgy festival for wolf shifters.”
“My, is it that late already?” Ros closes his book and stands. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Aspen, but I think I will retire for the night.”
“You can’t run forever, my sharp-toothed lover!” I yell after him as he heads for the stairs. “I know where you sleep!”
Aspen turns to our witchy mentor. “Melody, might I have a word with you?”
With a glare cast toward us, she nods and leads him to the formal sitting room.
Tris and I immediately scoot closer to Haut. “What are they whispering about?”
He rolls his eyes. “You two. What else?”
“But what about us?” I insist.
He cocks his head toward the living room. “He’s questioning if either of you are equipped to actually learn magic or if it would be better to bind your magic for the safety of all.”
“Can that be done without killing a person?” Worried now, Tris straightens and raises his voice. “Mel, does that always kill the witch?”
We had all seen what happened to Tris’s evil ex-girlfriend when Mel’s mom’s bound her magic. I’m pretty sure her ashes are still clogging up our vacuum.
Mel’s exasperated sigh proceeds their return. “You could at least pretend not to eavesdrop.”
“This is an entire town of wolf shifters,” Haut reminds her. “Get better at whispering.”
