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Kids were overrated. I wished all the guys were here so I could point this out to them by using little Rosie here as Exhibit A.

“Rosie, not cool,” a deep male voice rumbled.

The silver one had approached.

Simon tensed even more. I put my hand on his arm and rubbed it soothingly in hopes of calming him down. It worked, and he relaxed slightly.

I pulled my hand away quickly and pretended like I couldn’t feel the lingering tingles just touching his arm left me with. I couldn’t imagine what touching something like his cock would do to me.

It’d probably blow my mind.

And now I was blushing.

Damn.

The silver-haired one eyed me critically. “Sorry, she’s a bit of a wild one. We try to let her be because she’s usually not so rude.”

“That’s a lie,” one of the other men grumbled under his breath. “She’s spoiled rotten and fucking perfect.”

That one sounded like a proud daddy.

Jesus.

He reminded me of Rain. What a lucky little girl.

“To be fair, she’s probably never seen a female witch before,” the silver-haired one rumbled out. “You’re either something incredibly special or you’re a liar.”

Well now, weren’t they just one big happy family of shapeshifting assholes? Seriously.

“Get out,” Simon snarled menacingly, sounding part animal himself.

As for me, I had no desire to throw them out if they were planning on buying something. Tyson had a business to run here, and I assumed he liked making money. In order to make a buck, we actually had to sell some things every now and then.

Still, I had a point to make first because I was apparently a bit of an asshole myself.

Who knew?

My eyes shifted between them as the corners of my lips curled up in a smug smirk. I lifted my hand and casually flicked my fingers in their direction.

The glass jars on the counters that the twins filled with ridiculous things rattled as their contents burst out. They blew up into the air and floated around the shifters as the lights overhead flickered.

Rosie gasped delightedly as the purple-haired woman and the other man rushed over.

“What in the world?” the woman whispered in awe.

Why the twins thought we needed jars full of black and silver glitter, yellow rose petals that never wilted but smelled wonderful, and yellow skittles, I would never know, but I was sure they would be laughing their asses off if they could see them floating around now as they danced and weaved in the air.

Nobody moved or so much as twitched. It was almost as if they were too afraid to move. Perhaps they were terrified of being attacked by a skittle.

I snapped my fingers, and everything went back to where it belonged and the lights remained on once again.

I smiled at them, which was really more of a baring of teeth. “I apologize for my bodyguard’s rude behavior, but perhaps he’s partially right. If you aren’t going to buy anything, then maybe it’s best that you leave.”

Just buy something then get the hell out. Please and thank you.

“Whoa,” the woman breathed out. “Just what in the hell did I miss over here?”

“That was really cool!” Rosie exclaimed as she clapped her hands together and beamed up at me. “Can you do it again?”