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with you and Gerik and I
don’t really care. But if you want me to take that lush little body
of yours for a ride…”
    My head snapped up. Xan was grinning at
me.
    “It’s not like it would be a chore, Trin. Not
with those sweet curves of yours and that long black hair …damn
fată, how many times could I wrap that ponytail of yours around my
hand? Five, six maybe?”
    He snapped his teeth at me and I felt my
entire body flush.
    Bastard.
    Xan caught my fist long before it connected
with his stomach. Not that my punches would have done him much
damage anyway.
    “You know where to find me…”
    He released my fist with a wink and headed
toward his motorcycles, his movements hard and predatory. Whereas
Gerik reminded me of a large cat, his movement’s fluid and graceful
despite of his size, Xan was more like a bear. He would never waste
time stalking his prey, he’d barrel right into it, his jaw wide
open, without thinking twice about it.
    He was reckless in a way no one else in camp
was. Not only was Xan an adrenaline junkie but there was a chip on
his shoulder that was dug in deep. It made him cocky, hot-headed
and downright mean at times. I believe it had a lot to do with the
fact that he’d been born without magic in a clan of Gypsies that
held magic in such high regard. He had a Gaje father, some biker
that his mother Drina had some whirlwind love affair with. His
father hadn’t been allowed to join the clan and Drina hadn’t wanted
to leave.
    Like the rest of clan, he too followed the
carnival circuit. Xan had performed dangerous show stunts riding
his bikes, but unlike the rest of the clan, he’d developed outside
relationships with the Gaje world. He’d grown extremely good at
refurbishing old motorcycles and selling them, amassing in quite a
lot of connections outside of his Roma life. Some thought he might
have even preferred life outside the clan. Or so Becki had
said.
    The smell of cooking meat and steaming
vegetables finally tempted my empty stomach enough to bring me
meandering over to the food tent. Becki and her mother Jaelle were
dishing out stew so I helped myself to a large bowl.
    “Saw Gerik.” Becki pursed her full red lips
and winked at me. Becki and I weren’t just roommates; she was the
closest thing I’d ever had to a best friend. She was only two years
older than me, and had befriended me instantly upon my arrival. We
shared a common interest in a lot of things, especially our hatred
of all things Onyx. Hell that made us soul mates in my opinion.
    “Yeah,” I muttered. “I screwed up but-”
    “Bah!” Jaelle jumped backwards causing her
enormous breasts to bounce as she spattered stew all over herself.
“Too hot!”
    Taking a helping of stew herself, Becki threw
an arm around me. “Taking a break, mami.”
    Outside, we leaned against the back of a
truck. She didn’t say a word. That was what I loved about Becki,
she wasn’t chatty and annoying. She didn’t push. She was just there
when I needed her and let me come to her in my own time.
    “It happened again this morning,” I
sighed.
    “Woman, you need to just let nature take its
course. You’ll feel a lot better once you get it out of the
way.”
    “He’s going to want more than that and I
can’t give it to him. I can’t even bring myself to give him that.
I’m not ready.”
    “You might change your mind once you take
that ride.” She cut her dark brown eyes at me, a knowing smile on
her face.
    “Ugh.” I rolled my eyes. “Clan living…” I
shook my head.
    “Hey! It was a long time ago. But it was…”
She grinned. “Memorable.”
    “Speak of the devil.” She nodded back toward
the food tent. Gerik was rounding the corner, coming directly from
the living lot.
    I crossed my arms over my chest. “His hair is
braided.”
    “Let it go. It’s just hair.” Becki
muttered.
    “I doubt it was just hair.”
    His long, blonde hair was braided with a few
new beads woven throughout them. I always braided his hair