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My eyes flashed at Lyle, watching him as he mentally communicated with Tim. Rodney was communicating as well, and I was the only one in the dark. What had happened? Was Darren okay? What were these looks? Finally, I heard a loud sigh and watched as Lyle slouched in his chair, rubbing his temples. “Great, I get to tell Darren.” “Tell Darren what?” I wanted to start choking these men. I wanted to know what was going on. “Someone let the cat out of the bag that Darren found his fated mate—” Lyle began as Rodney interrupted him with a scoff. “One guess who, and it rhymes with Neo.” “We don’t have proof, so we can’t do anything.” Tim walked over to the table and grabbed a slice of pizza, taking a seat across from me. “Was it a secret?” I asked, feeling a bit insecure. Lyle smiled at me an