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I cast Chris an uneasy look, but he could only shrug. We followed Duncan inside and found our ‘guests’ self-separated in the lobby. The four groups eyed one another with all the trust of mercenaries measuring up the competition.
Duncan strode into the epicenter of the tension and clapped his hands together. “Ladies, gentlemen, and werewolves, my friends” He gestured to Chris and me, “will be glad to show you to your rooms, taken in order of age. You will, however, be carrying your own luggage as I sprained my funny bone just yesterday and can’t lift a thing.” His joke didn’t even crack a smile, but it did start a bidding war.
Mira folded her arms over her chest and grinned. “We’ll go first. Beauty before age.”
Everly smiled. “My dear, you hardly qualify for that.” Mira’s che
