Page 130 of Shifter Situations

I gazed up at him, jokingly tossing out, “You can cover me in chocolate.”

“Deal.”

“You do know that I can read your mind, right?” I sat up and turned to face him.

My mage bit his lip. “No reading of the minds.”

I held my hands out, palms up. “The deal has been made. You give me the dates, and I have to guess.”

“I’ll remember that the next time I make a deal with the Devil.”

“I know you will.” I leaned in, whispering in his ear, “I can’t imagine a Gemini being anything other than quick-witted.”

Vaughn chuckled. “She’ll know at least three now. Stop stalling, Mage. Give her the dates.”

“February twenty-fifth, April twenty-first, June eleventh, July twelfth, August eighth, October thirtieth.”

He rattled all the dates off, rolling his wrist for me to begin. I studied my mates, trying to recall how Lil had told me that astrology was important to some mage classes. She drilled the zodiacs into my head, and I just needed to narrow them down to remember the rest.

I started with what I knew, knocking the numbers down slowly. “I know York’s is April twenty-first.”

“Easy,” York called. “Continue.”

“Novak said he’s a Leo, so that makes his birthday August eighth.”

“Two down, four to go,” my vampire announced.

I rolled my eyes left to right as I tracked my thoughts. “Vaughn is definitely a Pisces. His birthday is February twenty-fifth.”

Palmer furrowed his brow, and I winked at him. “I really want that popcorn. I’m taking this seriously.”

Briggs snorted at me. “There’s popcorn in the kitchen. You put it in the cart when we went grocery shopping.”

I pointed at him. “Your sign is Cancer. July twelfth.”

My mage leaned closer, staring into my eyes. “Whose mind are you reading?”

“I’m just guessing. Stone’s is October thirtieth.”

He nodded as I let my aggravation show on my face.

“And your birthday is at the end of the week. Was anyone going to say anything, or were we just going to gloss right over that?”

Amusement coursed through my bonds as Palmer scratched at his head. I arched a brow, watching him awkwardly rub at his neck.

“Palmer,” I shrilled. “You weren’t going to say anything?”

“No?”

“No?” I repeated. “Just... No?”

“You know what we should do, Kitten?” Stone questioned, a sly smile stretching over his face. “The mage loves Chinese food.”

My guys roared with laughter when Palmer groaned, and I was lost.

“What’s funny?” I asked, shaking my head. “Why are they hyperventilating?”

“Because Stone is a dick,” he muttered, a grin slipping over his lips at my confusion.