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I’m too annoyed to be intimidated. “Sorry, did I interrupt your beauty sleep?”
“I was training. Tomorrow it’s the Scale-ball match.”
“I know. How is Emrys?”
Az rubs a hand over his short black hair. His ears are covered in silver, like Emrys’. “Acting weird as all hell. Distracted. Forgetful. As if he doesn’t care whether we win or lose. Whether he can play or not. Keeps forgetting the rules. Keeps stopping through training to stare into space. Not good.”
“No. I can see that.”
“Is there anything you can do?” he asks.
I blink. “Me?”
“He’s always wanted to hang out with you. Did you two have a falling out? Is that what happened?”
“No, I… That’s not what happened.” I swallow hard.
“Don’t tell me he wants that fucking witch.”
“I’m a witch, too,” I remind him.
“Yeah, but I don’t mean you. I mean that bitch who comes pick him up and doesn’t even say hi.”
I almost smile at that. “Az… Are you saying you like me?”
“I like you better,” he corrects, but then he grins back. “Kinda.”
“Go,” I whisper, “and keep an eye on him.”
“Will you help him?” he asks again.
“I’m trying, Az,” I say, frustration tightening my voice. “But believe me, it’s not easy.”
“We’re here. His demons. If you think there’s anything we can do.”
I nod. There’s a warmth in my chest. So far, the three elementals I happened to call on told me the same: they’re ready to help.
And as I look up, I see two more people approach.
Az nods at me and jogs back toward the stadium, just as Jason’s buddy, Elijah, approaches, followed by someone unexpected.
Vanessa.
Elijah rolls his shoulders, big like Jason’s, his tank top molded to his body with sweat. He’s pulling his blond hair up in a man bun. “What’s up, woman?” he drawls. “We were training. Whatcha want?”
I smile a little at that drawl, so similar to Jason’s. There’s just something about werewolves, so laid-back, homey, simple and sexy. “How is Jax?”
“All right.” He tucks a long strand of hair behind an ear. “Distracted. Forgetful. Like his fucking heart ain’t in it.”
“And that’s your definition of all right?”
“Physically. Wounds seem to be healing fine. He can play.”
I nod, keeping an eye on Vanessa who’s hanging back as if waiting for the conversation to end. “Good to hear.”
“He’s not been himself lately,” Elijah says hesitantly, glancing at Vanessa, too. “Did you call me here to tell me something?”
“Only to ask you to keep an eye on him.”
