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It was small, but there was a small smile on Leon’s face. There was my star.

“Leon Daniels. Stubborn ass, fisherman, freak with powers, anger issues, and a shitty memory problem after I drink too much.” He held his hand out and I gripped it. But instead of ending it there, I pulled him in, which he was not expecting, and laid a kiss on his lips.

He didn’t kiss me back, and that was somewhat disappointing. Didn’t the old fairytales say that true love’s kiss cures all? Guess it wasn’t true love on his side, yet.

I pulled back my lips, and my hand then went to the door.

“Nice to meet you, Leon.”

People were most likely wanting to talk to us about what happened, and we needed to see where we went from here on.

Leon followed me out, and Phillip was waiting by a door in the hall. He gestured for us to come in. The room was much like a large family room: big screen TV, comfy chairs, a couch, bookshelves, and everything else you could ask for to occupy your time with. Everyone that had been in the containment room with me earlier was now sitting cozy, waiting for us.

“I didn’t catch everyone’s names earlier. Enlighten me?” I plopped down on the couch next to the punk-looking kid. He waved shyly.

“AJ. Computer geek.” He was cute, and oddly familiar. I couldn’t put a finger on it right now, and other introductions directed my attention elsewhere.

“I’m Rose. Empath. And this is Draco, immortal-slash-leader of heroes.” The blonde smiled at her lover. He rolled his eyes, but kept her curled up in his lap. Very cuddly couple. It was cute. Phillip and Leon both took a seat in single chairs, and I grinned at them, ready to get this party started.

“Sorry I’ve been an ass.” Leon was the first to break the ice, which was nice. He had been a little testy earlier, but I could see how all this was hard on him. He liked the solitary life, excepting his one friend by choice. It wasn’t who he was, though. He used to be a social person, based on everything he told me and that I had found out about him.

Like with me, he made no promises to them. He wasn’t thrilled about joining the Society still, but he knew running was not an option anymore.

Progress, in my book!