Page 76 of Visions, Paws, and Claws

Dellan gave him a light swipe on the arm. “I’m being serious. He reminded me that I connected with Rael in a dream. And that led me in a new direction.”

“You got no sleep at all, did you?”

A shrug. “Not much.”

“Okay, tell me about this new direction.”

Dellan ran his hand over Horvan’s chest. “Aric said they wouldn’t split up Seth and my dad at the camp.”

“Maybe because they’re father and son?”

He snorted. “As if they’d care about that. But what do we know about Seth? He’s a tiger, like Dad.Andhe has psychicabilities. So… what if those abilities are inherited? What if I found my way into Rael’s dream becauseIinherited those same gifts?”

Horvan stilled. “Whoa there. Where are you going with this?”

Dellan sat up. “I want to try.”

“Try what?”

“I don’t know. Experiment? See if there’s anythingelseI can do?” He huffed. “Surely Doc’s network of shifters hassomeonewho’s into psychic research.”

Horvan saw the light. “You want to see if you can find Alec.”

Dellan nodded.

“Then we’ll try.”

Horvan would do anything to bring his mate some peace.

HASHTAG HADa grin that would not quit. Unfortunately, everyone knew what had put it there. At least Roadkill and Eve appeared as goofy as he did.

Scratch that. Eve appeared to be as cool as a cucumber.

Does nothing ruffle her feathers?Then he thought back to the previous night.Nope, not a goddamn thing.

“I’m going to grab some time in the gym before lunch, while it’s quiet,” Eve told them. She arched her eyebrows. “Either of you going to join me?”

“Give me five minutes and I’ll be there,” Roadkill replied.

“Me too.” Hashtag tried not to stare at Eve’s ass as she walked away from them.

Those shorts could have been molded to her. The strip of golden flesh between shorts and crop top, the long, tanned legs…. Every inch of her called to him.

“Hey.” Roadkill pinched Hashtag’s arm. “Mind out of the gutter. Horvan wants a quick meeting, remember?”

He guffawed. “Don’t forget I can see exactly whereyourmind is. And no, we arenotfucking on the weight bench. Dellan would kill us. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get lube out of the leather?”

“Spoilsport,” Roadkill muttered. Then he grinned. “I’ll get Eve to work her magic on you.”

Yeah, he was a pushover where she was concerned.

“I can’t believe what we did last night,” he murmured.

Roadkill chuckled. “Well, you sure seemed enthusiastic.” His eyes gleamed. “And you? Talk about a dark horse. I had no fucking idea you had a domination kink.” He grinned. “This is going to work out great.” He inclined his head toward the stairs leading down to the basement. “She was a revelation, wasn’t she? She looks like butter wouldn’t melt, and then we discover—”

“She’s demanding as fuck.”

Roadkill rolled his eyes. “Tell me about it. She even hadmedoing things I would normally balk at.”

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