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“I was interested in knowing what this Harry Potting stuff was.” Etienne looked intently at us.

Pixie and I immediately stopped smiling. This was no laughing matter. This was now a national emergency.

“Oh, you poor sweet man. Yes, we will have a Harry POTTER Marathon for you.” I leaned over and gave him a long kiss. Bless his heart. Sometimes you really have no idea what people are struggling with on the inside, and this? This was one of those times.

We pulled up the movies and when the men complained, Pixie and I each went to sit on Etienne's lap to explain the most important parts, pausing to fill in the blanks the movie missed from the books. This was pure magick, no pun intended.

After the third movie, we took a break, seeking lunch for us, and blood for Dimitri. He seemed a little grumpy.

I laughed as he wrapped his arms around me and bit my neck. “I don’t know about you but I’m hungry for something else.”

A spike of desire shot through me and I bit back a moan. Turning around, he gave me a scathing kiss and swatted my ass, winking at me before swaggering over to the fridge.

“Tease,” I muttered.

He laughed. “No, I just know that my role as the enforcer would be usurped by you and Pixie if we don’t finish this marathon.” I laughed. He had a point.

“You know,” Dante started, stuffing his face with a sandwich he quickly slapped together. “This is the first time we have really hung out without plotting someone’s demise, training, or looking up information in the death chamber.”

“You are right, I admit I like it,” Etienne added, while he popped a shit ton of popcorn, and finished making sandwiches for the rest of us.

Luca scoffed. “I am a domesticated general. Who would have thought?”

“Aww, green eyes, it looks good on you,” Pixie said, getting on her tippy toes and grazing his chin with a kiss. These fuckers were tall.

I leaned my hip on the kitchen island, my eyes tracking how Dimitri’s scowl was gone, Etienne didn’t have the pensive look on his face and finally looked at ease, Dante was...Dante, and Luca looked comfortable, happy even.

“Eventually we will have to wade through all of the bullshit and find a little bit of peace. Our lives aren’t going to get any easier. This gives us a better opportunity to get to know each other too,” Pixie added.

“Yeah?” Luca cocked his head, and a beautiful smile lit up his face.

An answering smile lit my face. “She’s right. We can get questions in before we start the next movies.” I laughed as Etienne strode to the living room before all of us and sat down with his sandwich, popcorn, and beer.

“Okay, before we press play, tell us one thing about you no one else knows,” Pixie asked, getting comfortable on the couch.

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“I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees.” -Unknown

“This seems rather ominous. Am I right?”-Dante

Charlie

Finally,after weeks of training, we were close to the finish line and to celebrate, we were finally going to get our tattoos. We were super giddy.

We took the time to blow-out our hair and put on makeup. If this was going to be a date night, it was going to count. I tossed on a pair of white leggings that accentuated all of my curves and a black see-through tank top with a black push-up bra, and Pixie put on a dark green sleeveless top that showed her midriff and was cut into strips above her breasts, showing off her cleavage, paired with skin tight jean shorts. We finished it off with fluffy socks, and anyone who says that fluffy socks aren’t a sexy date outfit, are filthy liars.

The men were sitting in the kitchen, laughing with beers in their hands, dressed in low hung jeans, and those fuckers didn’t have shirts on. Pixie and I looked at each other and bit our lips. Picture a fucking cowboy commercial, hell, a firefighter calendar even, their abs underneath, arms rippling every time they flexed just to take a sip of their beers. The deep V had me drooling, especially knowing where that led.Fuck me.I must have whispered it out loud because they all turned toward us, and their eyes turned heated.

Etienne

There wassomething inherently sexy about confidence. These two women had that in spades. One look at them had me hard as fuck in my suddenly too-tight jeans.

Fuck, does she not realize white leggings are pretty much a man’s kryptonite when paired with curves?Luca whispered.

They are killing me, I responded.

Is Pix’s ass hanging out of those shorts? Is it appropriate to lick her ass right now?Dimitri’s rough voice floated through my head.

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