Page 32 of The Human’s Heart

I dropped my head back and groaned as I spoke to Zay through our bond. “Oh, my god. Everyone I work with is a supe. Besides Jett and me.”

“Um… yes, I’m aware.”

I pouted. Of course he was aware. He would’ve known it the second he walked in here since every supe I knew had some kind of magical ability to be able to identify other supes. What the hell.

“Rude.”

“What? How am I rude?”

“You didn’t tell me.”

“I didn’t know you didn’t know.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Ass.”

“My lovely mezelie.”

I snorted at his sweetness overload to get me back rather than calling me a jerk or an ass too. “I love you.”

“I love you too, my sweet Hugo.”

“You nailed it until you added sweet.”

I heard him laugh in my head.

Shaking my head at him, even though he couldn’t see me, I returned my attention to Quinn and Jett. Quinn said to my bestie, “I’ll give you three guesses.”

“Three guesses for what?” I asked since I hadn’t been paying attention.

“To guess what species I am.” Quinn shot me a huge grin.

Before Jett could say anything, I blurted out, “Gargoyle.”

Quinn laughed. “Nope. What made you guess that?”

I shrugged. “Some of my contractors are gargoyles, and they’re all big and muscly like you, so…” I trailed off with a shrug.

That made him grin at me. “Good guess. Next try.”

Jett said, “Vampire.”

I shot him a glare. When he’d first met his viramore, he’d been convinced the bat shifter was in fact a vampire. He seemed to have a strange fascination with the creatures—probably more so now that we were drinking vampire blood—so I shouldn’t be surprised by that guess.

But it was a wasted one. I didn’t know how I could tell, but I knew Quinn didn’t have the same magic as Toby, Julius, or Emrys.

Quinn shook his head. “Nope. Last try.”

Jett and I stared at him for a long moment before I pulled him to the side to discuss. “What’re you thinking? What else is naturally big and muscly?”

“Um… I dunno, a centaur?”

I glanced at Quinn before shaking my head. “No, I don’t think that’s it. What about just a witch? They can be any size.”

Jett and I turned to Quinn, who winked at us, looking mighty pleased with himself, before we looked at one another again. “Nope,” we both said together.

Jett hummed. “What about some kind of shifter? Like a wolf or whatever? They’re usually pretty big, aren’t they?”

“Oh, good one. Yeah, let’s guess that.”