When Viktor turned to Christian, I said, “You can skip him.”
Gem laughed. “I like her already.”
“Might as well,” Christian agreed. “She can’t seem to help herself around all this sexual goodness.”
Viktor grumbled something and then gestured to Blue—the woman who had searched me for weapons earlier that day. She leaned forward to meet my eyes.
“This is Blue. She’s a Shifter, like me. Blue has a special gift that not many of us have. Most Shifters eventually black out when their animal takes over, except for alphas of any species. Most of us prefer not remembering; it’s how we evolved, and it serves a purpose. But occasionally there are some who are aware throughout their shift and even control their animal.”
“I wouldn’t say I can control her,” Blue added. “We understand each other and cohabitate.”
I rested my arm on the table. “What’s your animal?”
“It’s impolite to ask, but maybe I’ll show you sometime.”
Blue didn’t have the bright personality Gem had. She spoke frankly but didn’t come across as rude. She seemed every bit as tough as the men, yet still displayed femininity in the regal manner in which she lifted her glass and took a sip.
Viktor sat down. “You already know Niko. He’s older than my grandfather’s socks and sees what we cannot.”
My eyes settled on the Chitah’s hands as he broke a loaf of bread. Those things looked better suited for crushing boulders, not cutting hair. I’d never seen such a diverse group of people working together, not just based on their Breeds but also their personalities.
“We’re going to have to do something about this seating arrangement,” Viktor said, refilling his glass.
Everyone resumed eating the fruit, bread, and cheeses on the table before us.
“Why’s that?” Claude asked, chewing off a hunk of bread.
“Partners should sit together,” he replied.
All eyes moved to one person who was sitting on the far right.
“Jaysus wept,” Christian muttered. “You’re not serious.”
Viktor buttered a slice of bread, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Dead serious.”
“What’s he talking about?” I whispered to Niko, butterflies swirling in my stomach.
Niko leaned close. “We all work together, but we each have a partner. We sit beside them. Gem and Claude, Shepherd and Wyatt, and I’m with Blue. That just leaves you and—”
“Christian,” I finished.
“She’s a bright one,” Christian mused.
I leaned back in my chair, narrowing my eyes. “Don’t eavesdrop on my conversations.”
“It can hardly be helped,” he said, glaring back at me. “Your lyrical voice and eloquent use of vocabulary issublime.”
Viktor pointed his knife. “And that is why you must sit together. It’s harder to bicker when there’s nothing between you. See what wonders it’s done for Wyatt and Shepherd?”
“I wouldn’t gothatfar,” Shepherd said gruffly.
Shepherd had a tattoo on his upper right arm that went beneath his short-sleeve shirt. I couldn’t make out what it was, only that the design was elaborate and detailed. Maybe my eyes were deceiving me in the candlelight, but I could have sworn there were scars all over his arms. He lit up a cigarette and stared at me so coldly that I looked away.
“So what can Sensors do?” I asked.
Claude held a roll between his fingers, frozen. “Are you serious?”
I worried my lip, feeling the judgmental stares upon me. “I don’t exactly hang out with Breed as much as you might think. I know that Sensors can pick up emotional energy and all that, but what are they doing in the back of the clubs when all that glowy red stuff is coming from their hands?”
