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The way everyone was exchanging looks made Mila suspicious. All the times Gio and Carter’s eyes seemed to glow came to her in a reel of images. And there was Carter’s growling and when his canines seemed to be a little too long. “There’s no such thing as hellhounds, right?”

“Carter isn’t a hellhound,” Harper said firmly.

That wasn’t a denial of hellhounds, only assurance that Carter wasn’t one. If he wasn’t a hellhound but people kept referring to him as a wolf…

“Carter’s a werewolf!” Mila blurted. Harper jerked, Briar choked on a bite of Danish, Cora wouldn’t meet her eyes, and Imani sighed.

Maddy rapped the table with her knuckles. “This isn’t something we should be talking about,” she said firmly.

“No!” Mila said. The need to know gave her courage to demand answers from her new friends. “Tell me right now!”

“Mila,” Imani said. “It isn’t our place to say anything.”

“I can’t believe the guys aren’t over here,” Briar muttered, looking at the table where Gio and Carter were sitting and talking.

“It’s the spell Mikey bought for the place,” Imani said. “I got the same one for the bar section of my club. It makes it so the sound doesn’t travel well past a certain distance. That way, people can talk without the dance music drowning them out. They literally can’t hear us.”

Mila grabbed the half empty pastry box and slammed the lid shut, squishing the box a little.

“Tell me!” she demanded. “Or no one gets any more pastries.”

For some reason, everyone looked at Imani. The statuesque woman sighed. “Why do I have to decide?”

“Because you’re the only one without skin in the game,” Briar pointed out, casting a longing look at the pastry box. “Trust me Imani, that Danish was the best I’ve ever had. I can’t live my life without them now that I’ve tasted pastry paradise."

Imani met Mila’s eyes. “I’m only doing this because this is better than you finding out because a fight happens right in front of you.”

“Or kidnapping!” Cora interjected. “We both had to go through that.”

Mila looked back and forth between the two women. “Fights? Kidnapping? Are you sure this isn’t a mob thing?”

“Not the mob,” Imani said. She pulled back her lips and opened her mouth a little. Mila watched as her canines slid down, sharp and glistening. Then she closed her mouth, and it all disappeared, and she went back to looking like a normal person.

Mila went perfectly still as she processed what she’d seen.

“Fangs?” she whispered.

Imani nodded.

“Vampire?” she asked.

Imani nodded again.

She moved her gaze to Cora sitting next to Imani. “You too?”

Cora shook her head. “I’m human, but I’m soul bound to a vampire. That makes me a member of his flock.” She pointed to a table where a massive man sat with a slightly smaller man. Both were looking at a phone and laughing. “They’re watching cat videos. Pike is addicted to them and makes Kimble watch them all the time. The bigger one is Pike, he’s a black bear shifter. Kimble is our vampire.”

Mila stared at Kimble and Pike, but to her, they looked as human as everyone else. Except maybe everyone else wasn’t what they seemed either.

She felt strangely calm, probably because they couldn’t all be crazy, so either she was in the middle of a psychotic break or this was all true.

She moved her gaze back to Imani. “There are vampires and people who can turn into bears. What else?”

“I’m a wolf shifter,” Harper said, holding up a muscular arm as if volunteering for something. “Silas is also a wolf, and Tag is a druid.”

“Wolf,” Mila murmured. “Is that what Carter is?”

“Yes,” Maddy said. “Like Mikey.”