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“I wouldn’t say we’re good, but I’m willing to hold my tongue,” Nana Pratt replied.
I smiled at Gun. “You’re good.”
Gun rose to his feet. “That Sian is adorable, by the way. Where did you find him?”
“We sort of found each other.”
He snorted. “How romantic. I’d love to be a fly on the wall when Kane finds out you have a pretty overnight guest.”
“He knows.”
“I missed all the fun. Call me next time.” Gun exited the bedroom ahead of me.
We passed Sian in the hallway.
“I would like to bathe if now is convenient.”
“Now is fine.”
Gunther lingered at the top of the stairs. “If you need assistance, I’m available.”
I urged him forward. Sian already had one undesirable bathtub experience. No need for another.
We returned to the kitchen where Cam was busy cleaning the table with an anti-bacterial wipe.
“I have no idea where that fae has been,” she said, by way of explanation. She tossed the wipe into the trashcan.
“He said you’re helping him find his missing sister,” Gun said.
“I am. If you want to practice the lost art of altruism, I have a list of Sarahs to finish visiting.”
Gun shuddered.
“This is why you’re poor,” Cam said. As she passed by me on her way back to the table, we bumped arms. Instinctively, I jerked away before I accidentally caught a glimpse of her mind.
Gun noticed and laughed. “Does Cam have cooties or something?”
“She travels with shamans that cleanse her hotel rooms. She’s the last person on earth who would ever have cooties.”
“And they are worth every penny,” she said, reclaiming her seat.
Gun folded his arms. “Miss Camryn Sable, please take the hand of Miss Lorelei Clay.”
Cam extended a hand, wiggling her fingers. “It’s okay. I saw you wash your hands earlier.”
I steeled myself for the interaction, allowing Cam’s fingers to slide between mine.
Camryn shot her cousin a quizzical look. “Now what?”
Gun eyed me with suspicion. “You can let go now.” He pulled a deck of tarot cards from his coat pocket. “Mind if I use a card on you, Lorelei?”
My antenna rose. “For what?”
“I’ve been practicing a move. I need a live target.”
I inched back. “I’m sorry. Are you asking to practice your assassination skills on me?”
He shuffled the cards. “No, this is an interrogation technique I’m trying to perfect.”
