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burst of laughter erupted out of the men. God knew how any of them were ever going to get work done today.
    “And there,” Tonĩ sighed, “is Dev’s penis again.”
    Jaċken’s head whipped around so fast, white powder jet-sprayed off the top of his black hair.
    Nỵko snort-gulped another laugh.
    Jaċken pointed a rigid finger at his wife, the long black teeth tattoos along his forearm bulging. “Out!” he ordered her.
    Tonĩ’s lips twisted. “You can’t really expect me to take you seriously when you look like a French pastry, can you?”
    With a low, rumbling growl, Jaċken started for his wife.
    Tonĩ scuttled backward, her eyes sparkling. “All right, all right.”
    Once upon a time, back before Jaċken and Tonĩ were together, Dev had tried to seduce Tonĩ in his bedroom—naked, so the story went—and Jaċken was a little sensitive about it. Kind of understandable. Nỵko wouldn’t want his wife, doctor or not, glimpsing Dev’s, er, the size of Dev’s…you know, his, um…. Never mind. And not that he made a habit of noticing. But, heck, it was sort of like a car wreck, impossible not to at least take a glance at something like that.
    Jaċken body-blocked Tonĩ out into the hallway.
    “I’m going,” she insisted, her voice still warm with amusement. “As soon as Your Snow Whiteness can get himself cleaned up, I need you and the men to come to my office.” Tonĩ’s voice faded down the hall. “There’s something you need to see.”

Chapter Five

    The other warriors took the time to full-on change back into civilian clothes for the meeting with Tonĩ, while Thomal just yanked on a pair of sweatpants over his workout shorts and headed out of the mansion—the warriors’ training gym was in the basement—and headed down Main Street. Now he could duck into Aunt Ælsi’s, just down the way, and grab a to-go cup of coffee.
    The TradeMark Clothing Store, his sister-in-law’s place, was right next door, and Beth Costache was also inside Ælsi’s, ordering a drink that would probably throw her into sugar-shock. Thomal secretly rolled his eyes. Women .
    As far as sweet went, though, Beth had the lock on that, with the type of ultra-nice personality that somehow shone all over her skin. If Thomal didn’t know better, he’d say Beth was one of those sparkly vampires from Twilight. He snorted. Sparkly? Regular humans got nearly everything wrong about the breed, but sparkly had to take the cake.
    Thomal chatted with Beth, then paid Ælsi and grabbed his cup, full of straight black coffee as man was meant to drink it. Meandering down Main, he came to Garwald’s Pub, located just before the road forked, and spotted Dănuţ, exiting the bar with a bag of ketchup bottles. Dănuţ was manager of the community diner, and by the looks of it, he’d run out of some supplies.
    Thomal lengthened his strides, passing the pub to head down the right fork. Dănuţ wasn’t dressed in a way that was especially bleak, but Thomal still only saw a depressing blend of charcoal, black, and grey whenever he looked at the dude, and that wasn’t how he wanted to start his morning.
    “Hey, Thomal!” Hadley was just coming out of the grocery store. “What are you doing out and about?” His girlfriend drew close and smiled up at him. Her teeth were so white they seemed to catch the pretend sunshine from stadium lights overhead and reflect it back tenfold. “I thought you were training this morning.”
    “I was. We got interrupted to have a meeting with Tonĩ.” He gestured down the street toward the hospital. “I’m heading to her office now.”
    “Oh. Well, I’m glad I ran into you. I wanted to tell you something last night, but couldn’t find you.”
    He sipped his coffee, pretending great interest in it to avoid Hadley’s eyes. He’d been avoiding his girlfriend, lately, afraid he might somehow give away how frustrated he was feeling about her these days. Which made him a total dick—both the avoidance and