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“Not…exactly” The Soul Weaver drew the word out He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing on Calder and Lucien while he rubbed two fingers across his lips as if conte what he could see “Between soul htly colored There’s noit”

“But between us?” Calder prompted when Grey paused

The Soul Weaver waved his hand between theed “But there is so there”

“We can’t be soul rowled “I think we’d know that”

Grey barked out a laugh “What? Like Clay knew Dane was his soul mate? Or Baer with Wiley?”

Clay rolled his eyes “Fuck off It’s not like you could sense that Cort was your soul mate”

Calder barely heard Clay’s comment He could only stare at Grey, speechless This couldn’t be happening The Soul Weaver couldn’t be serious

Grey shrugged “You’re definitely so clue what”

Clay grunted “The fact is, I don’t care what the hell he sees You need to start talking to each other Work this out” He pointed at Lucien and then Calder “You’rehouse, it’s not big enough to get away from the constant tension between you two”

Calder stared at Grey, his gut tightening There was soled, faded ribbon? What the absolute hell could that mean?

Yeah, he was attracted to the , but anyone would be attracted to Lucien The guy was built like a god, and he had this sexual charisma and confidence about him that melted Calder’s common sense But to actually sleep with him?

Again, that warh his veins to pool low in his sto him, speculation in his brown eyes

“We want this fixed,” Clay said as he gave each man a pointed stare “I don’t care how you work it out, but you are going to work it out Do you understand? We’re stuck with each other until the pestilents are taken care of pero your separate ways and never fucking talk again”