"What did he say?" Kat checked.
"Basically, that I need to give Niall a break because there was no right decision for him."
"Why does Jonah have an opinion about Niall at all other than wanting him dead?" Callum asked."He should be violently possessive. If someone Kat had fucked showed up, I'd take extreme pleasure in torturing him to death. I only sent Niall to your house to force Jonah to react."
"Thanks for confirming that I can blame you for all of this shit," I grumbled.
"Of course he has an opinion, he's her friend, and her fated mate." Kat flashed her mate an amused smile. "And not everyone is as unhinged as you guys are."
"Hemightbe my fated mate," I corrected.
"Maybe?" Kat and Callum demanded.
I sighed. "I need more cider."
Merrily brought my glass over and sat down next to me on the floor. I rolled out of my handstand and remained sitting, with my legs stretched out in front of me.
I took a longer drink. It still tasted terrible.I was feeling slightly more relaxed, though.
Merrily took the glass back, and I lowered my head to the floor, stretching. "I'm glad you can sit on the rug in here.”
"Me too."
"Your power sucks, Mer."
"So does yours, Liv."
"Not as much as yours."
She nodded in agreement. "At least neither of us has Dare's power."
"I wish I could get him out of that."
"No kidding."
I tried to come up with a way to escape the conversation.
I couldn't come up with anything, though.
Merrily eventually poked me in the arm with the bottom of one of the wine glasses."You're supposed to tell us about the fated mate situation."
I sighed. "Niall said my magic feels different all the time, so there's a chance other people feel energized by my power too. But he never felt energized, so..." I shrugged. Or tried to, but it didn't really work in my current position. “He also said I don't like Jonah enough to be fated to him."
"Do you?" Kat asked.
"Do I what?"
"Like Jonah enough to be fated to him."
"I don't think liking someone has to do with being fated," I said.
"Of course it does," she tossed back.
"I don't like Grayson," Merrily pointed out.
"You don't even know him," Kat countered. "You guys could be perfect for each other."
I glanced up at Merrily, and found her rolling her eyes."Grayson and I have nothing in common. He thrives on chaos and survives on muscle and charm. The man is practically feral."
