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Tara paced Elias’s room while Liam lounged in a chair like a huge, languid cat. Aston typed away on a laptop, probably hacking into some dark elemental database of villains or something. Elias was propped up on his bed staring at Tara. She knew he was likely hoping to will her to come closer to him so he could snatch her and force her to be still. Fat chance. She made sure not to look at him because all he had to do to cause her wayward feet to move his direction was give her those bedroom eyes and crook his finger at her. Damn soul-bonded hormones.
“Okay, I need to know stuff,” she said suddenly as she stopped pacing and faced the three guys. She kept her eyes on Liam and Aston and bit her lip to keep from grinning when she heard Elias growl like a freaking animal.
“Finally,” Liam
