Hunter laughs.
“That would be Uncle Uzzi’s fault.”
“Who?”
The Neta steps aside.
And reveals the most suspiciously cheerful old man I’ve ever seen.
White on white suit.
Brilliant white hair and beard.
Blue eyes that sparkle like someone bottled mischief and poured it directly into his skull.
“Ah!” the man says, clapping his hands together. “You must be Rob Cray!”
He says my name like he’s been waiting years to say it.
I glance at Hunter.
Hunter just grins.
“Rob, allow me to formally introduce you to a friend of the Pride. This is Uncle Uzzi,” he says. “Matchmaker extraordinaire.”
My entire body goes still.
“Matchmaker?”
My eye twitches.
“Nope.”
Uncle Uzzi blinks.
“Pardon?”
“Nope,” I repeat, standing up. “Hard pass. I just got back from fighting terrorists. I’m not downloading Tinder for witches.”
Chapter 2
Rob
The words come out flat.
Dead.
Like I already know I’m not going to like whatever comes next.
“Wait!” Uncle Uzzi beams like he just invented sunshine. “I really am a magical matchmaking Witch! A descendant of Aphrodite. Finder of fated mates and fixer of lonely hearts! And proud owner and creator of the Date to Mate magical matchmaking app!”
My eye twitches again.
Because, of course, that’s a thing.
I drag a hand down my face, already feeling a headache forming.
“It’s still no.”
