Page 6 of Glamour & Gumballs

Other than Jordan, there was only one guy I didn’t recognize from the first two episodes of the first season of Survival. I’d watched it repeatedly, trying to memorize the names, faces, and personalities so I wouldn’t be starting from zero.

Silently, I went down the row.

Kyle—obnoxious, dominant asshole. Water elemental fae. Blond hair, blue eyes.

Travis—laid-back, quiet guy. Mental magic of some kind. Pale skin and dark hair.

Kaden—bronze skin, bright smile. A little too friendly. Earth elemental.

Chris—tan skin, brown hair, friendly but not awkwardly so. White feathered wings, marking him as an air elemental.

Ev—laid-back and smart. Telepath. Brown skin and curly black hair.

Julian—quiet, cunning, observational. Light skin and hair. Also a telepath.

Harker—outgoing, a little obnoxious, but quiet when necessary. Fire elemental. Golden, feathered wings.

Jim—lazy, vulgar, annoying. Blond hair, tan skin. Water elemental, so a dragon.

Reid—quiet, introverted. Dark skin and hair, and brooding eyes. Mental magic of some kind.

Colt—easygoing, quieter. Tan skin, brown hair. Mental magic of some kind.

And then there was Rhett, who also had mental magic. His glass-like wings proved it. While all the other men had colors in their wings, his were like blank slates.

The final competitor was the second guy with furry brown wings. I was pretty sure that made him an earth elemental.

Looking at all of the men told me that the winner of the last season had been Cameron, the phoenix shifter who had been working with Molly during the game after being her guard for a handful of years. On second thought, Christina had confirmed that.

The only other guy missing was Oren, and he had seemed like a creep.

“Welcome to the second season of Survival of the Mated,” Jordan announced. “As you’ve probably realized, Rhett Rapture is joining as a competitor this season. And yes, the Society made that decision for him.” He winked.

Understanding dawned in multiple men’s eyes. A few of them shot him apologetic looks.

“Thanks to Oren’s departure last season, we also welcome Ian Anders to the game. I assume our lovely leading lady knows everyone else?” he looked at me.

I dipped my head.

“Perfect.” His lips stretched in a polished grin. “Now, would you like to introduce yourself?”

Jordan was still talking to me.

He nodded in encouragement, as if that was what I was looking for.

“I’m Erin,” I said. “And I wanted to come here about as much as Rhett did.”

One of the guys coughed back a snort.

A few lifted their eyebrows.

Three frowned.

Two grinned.

Kyle was one of the latter.

“Well,” Jordan said, clearing his throat. “Let’s jump into the first challenge, shall we? We’re starting this season the same way we started the last, with a race through the jungle. There are two bags of necessary tools and weapons—the men who find them earn an afternoon with Erin. The last man back loses his vote in tomorrow night’s council.”

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