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and her mate provide. Need a laugh, just sit in on one of their fights. Need to get all hot and bothered, just sit in on one of their fights. Need a good cry, just sit in on one of their fights, and then you might have to cry over the good brain scrubbing you will need. Yep, those two are a regular lineup of prime time T.V.” ~Jacque
     
     
    “ S he’s blind? And another one is a stripper?” Jen’s voice carried from the bathroom. She, Jacque, and Sally had gathered in Sally and Costin’s suite. “The Great Luna must be having to scrape the bottom of the barrel for healers if she’s resorting to blind chicks and strippers.”
    “Jen, technically you could be classified as a stripper,” Jacque hollered back from the room where she and Sally sat. “You just never require money to take it off.”
    “Actually, Jen’s more of a stripper than Stella. Stella doesn’t take off her clothes. She just dances,” Sally pointed out. She leaned back on the couch and let out a contented sigh. It was good to be home.
    Jacque gave her gypsy healer friend a nod. “Good point. Jen’s clothes never stay on when she dances.” Both she and Sally’s heads turned as Jen came sauntering out of the bathroom.
    “Hey, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, nobody asked for your sideline commentary. I was simply pointing out that these news chicas, you’ve been telling us about, seem to have a lot of baggage. No judgment,” she said holding up her hands defensively, “considering I’m barely nineteen, married, and have a kid.”
    “They do have a lot of baggage,” Sally agreed. “But, they’re really great. You guys are going to like them.”
    Jacque reached over and patted her knee. “Miss them already?”
    She gave her a small smile and shrugged. “They’ve been through a lot and are going to go through much more before it’s all said and done. I guess I’m like a mama hen. I worry about my chicks.”
    Jen plopped down next to Sally on the couch and gave her brown hair a slight tug. “Yeah, well, listen up, Mother Goose. You are our best friend. I’m not saying I won’t like the new little chickadees, but just remember who claimed you first. So no crying over spilled healers, or whatever.”
    “What she means,” Jacque chimed in as Jen proceeded to look over her fingernails intently, “is that she really missed you. Both of us did.”
    Sally leaned over and wrapped Jen in a hug. “I promise no one could ever take your place, Jen. You put the fun in dysfunctional.”
    “You put the we , in weird,” Jacque joined in as she climbed over to the other couch and wrapped her arms around her two best friends.
    “You put the poss in possible,” Sally continued.
    “That isn’t even a thing,” Jen growled though she was hugging them back.
    “True, but if there were, you would be the poss,” Jacque agreed.
    Jen was smiling when she shoved them away. “Enough sap, and enough about the new gyps. I want to hear about the new males.” Jen stopped midsentence and frowned. “Is it just me or are your men blocking you two as well?” she asked them.
    Sally felt the walls in Costin’s mind go up. She immediately tried to get through his defenses, but the more she pushed, the stronger he made them in response. “Costin’s not letting me in.”
    Jacque nodded. “Fane isn’t either.”
    Sally’s eyes narrowed. “Costin mentioned,” —she tapped her head indicating that he’d shared the information via the bond— “just a little while ago, that he was going to speak with Vasile.”
    “So did Decebel,” Jen growled.
    Jacque’s jaw clenched. She hated it when Fane blocked her. It brought back the painful memories of just a couple of months earlier when he wouldn’t let her in because of his struggles with what she’d endured at the hands of the witch, Desdemona. “Wolf boy better have a damn good reason for blocking me,” she practically snarled.
    “Whoa, baby mamma’s got claws.” Jen grinned, momentarily