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“I suppose that’s what we need to find out, for all our sakes. It will eventually become our fate.” Evan turns to me. “Have you discovered or thought of any other abilities you might possess?”
“Not as much as I should have.” I bite the inside of my mouth, feeling guilty. They have risked themselves to help me, and I haven’t done much on my end. “I’ll read the books you gave me on mythology and supernatural entities.”
* * *
Once back in my room, I don’t want to read the books. I don’t want to know what’s wrong with me or what’s different. I have already been different my whole life. It’s a major reason I ran away from home, but not the only reason. My father wasn’t someone you would consider for father of the year… unless it was for the worst.
Now, I’m confronted once again with the notion that I’m a freak.
The only comforting thought is that the guys make me feel less freaky with their abilities, even if most of them are bestowed upon them by Karma.
“You ready, precious?” Kurtis calls through my door.
I toss the book I’ve been skimming onto my bed and step into the hall with my hands on my hips. “Yeah, I’ve been waiting for you boys to finish your manscaping.”
“It’s called shaving,” he says, exasperated. “But I can show you the manscaping later under candlelight.”
Evan exits the bathroom, freshly shaven. “Don’t do it. It’s a trap.”
“You don’t say?” I drop my jaw in mock surprise.
I shove Kurtis out of my way. “Thanks for the unappealing offer, but I’ll pass.”
“You sure?” He pulls on his waistband and looks down the front of his pants. “You won’t believe what miracles I can accomplish with a razor and some body hair.”
“As ridiculous as that is, the answer is still no.”
Dante joins us in the hallway. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“I do.” I eye Kurtis critically. “I’m missingnothing.”
Dante steps between Kurtis and me. “Enough about Kurtis’s nether regions.”
“Hold up, that’s not all!” Kurtis says excitedly, like a sales pitch. “Did I mention I’ve been working on my back hair?”
We all moan our disapproval.
* * *
I call shotgun as we approach Dante’s SUV. Evan grumbles, since I have stolen his usual place in Dante’s car, but I’m not riding in back with Kurtis when he’s this frisky with the pubic hair topic.
I was instructed to wear my little black dress again since Dante deemed it the only officially sexy thing I have in my closet, but they didn’t give me a clue as to the destination. The guys are looking particularly sexy too, wearing shirts that hug their tapered waists, impressive chests and biceps, and tight jeans that show off their assets. Not that I’m looking. Their hair and faces are groomed to perfection, and the air is filled with lovely masculine scents, but not too overpowering.
“What’s the job?” I ask Evan.
“Club hopping,” he grumbles.
I’m right there with him on that sentiment.
“Probably hit some regular bars too,” Kurtis says, gazing out his backseat window.
All three of them look unenthused.
“Not your favorite job?” I probe to understand their sour moods.
Evan shakes his head. “Mostly, it turns out to be a bunch of petty stuff.”
“I don’t mind dancing and window-shopping the fine asses.” Kurtis knocks his head against the glass in irritation. “But since I can’t really do anything about it, it’s lame.”
