the web waving your arms and giving out invites to visit me.” His smile widened. “I eat visitors.”
Okay, that made Ty feel better. Fin was…Fin. He’dalways drawn people to him, made them forget what he really was. But he took care of his own. Ty didn’t know how he knew this. He couldn’t remember ever seeing Fin’s physical body before, but somewhere he knew he had. When…?
“Don’t think about it, Ty. Keep focused on the enemy.” Fin wasn’t smiling anymore.
“How about filling us in on this enemy? We need details.” The guy with black hair across from Ty sounded like he thought all this talk was a bunch of crap. His expression said, Let’s get on with the good stuff .
Ty added his personal vote to that thought. He liked the man’s attitude. Ty took a moment to wonder what he’d been before. Not that it mattered. Now was what mattered.
“And why didn’t you warn us before you did your disconnect thing with our souls? I was in the middle of—”
Fin turned his gaze on the guy, and he shut up. “Dinner’s ready. I’ll answer questions while we eat.”
On cue, the double doors opened and a small man rolling a cart filled with food came through. Ty, along with all the others at the table, eyed the covered dishes and then the man, trying to decide which was dinner.
The man met their gazes and growled. Predator. Ty lost interest.
Fin narrowed his eyes. “This is getting old fast. You’re human. Act it. Get over the predator-prey thing. Here it’s all about friends or enemies. Greer is my chef. He’s otherkin. His soul’s other . Like us.” His mental message was, Not exactly .
Greer nodded, but his expression said he’d never turn his back to any of them. Smart man.
Ty watched as Greer put the uncovered dishes on thetable. He forced himself to remember the how-to-eat-like-a-human lessons Fin had poured into his head along with everything else. He wanted to pounce on the steaks, drag them all onto his plate, and devour them before any of the others could try to take them away. He only took two. Ty ignored the potatoes and vegetables. Maybe he’d try them at another meal, but for now he wanted meat.
While Ty resisted the urge to abandon his knife and fork in favor of his fingers, he eyed the chef. “Great food. What are you, Greer?”
The chef almost smiled. “My soul is tiger.” His eyes said the men at the table might scare him witless, but a tiger didn’t cringe.
Ty nodded his approval.
Fin watched the chef return to the kitchen. “Ty’s experience tonight is worth mentioning.”
What experience? Ty paused in his eating.
“Houston isn’t a hotbed of otherkin, but from now on I’ll make sure any of them that come in contact with you guys have predator souls.” Fin glanced at Ty. “Steve won’t be coming back to work. By now he’s probably in Dallas. You were broadcasting your need to kill and get laid so loud, I almost reached for my earplugs. Oh, and right now Kelly is trying to figure out why you sent her into a panic and what her sudden craving for sex was all about.”
The other men at the table grinned. Fin didn’t. His stare wiped the smiles from their faces. “Here’s where everyone pays really close attention. Ty went hunting tonight.”
Everyone except Fin looked envious.
“When he found his prey, he got excited. His soul form bled through and scared the shit out of his intended prey. Luckily for everyone, Ty’s driver showed up and distractedhim.” The glance he sent Ty wasn’t condemning. It just said, Don’t do this again .
“I don’t care how hard it is—start blending. You’re human. You’ll never be anything else again. I’ve done the last nifty body exchange I’ll do for a long time. So learn to fit in.” He left the or else unsaid.
Ty looked down the length of the table, met every man’s eyes. “Hell, all of you would’ve done the same thing.” Satisfied, he watched their gazes slide away from him.
“So would I.” Fin’s