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MatchmakerThey ignored Chloe completely. * * * “Took you long enough.

” Dallas grumbled (I’m an angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, “I used a drop of my blood,” he says slowly, “and tried to convert you into a werewolf.” Doom impends upon me, anger rippling through the thick atmosphere.

I tore it open impatiently, expecting a piece of thin paper to fall out, but was greeted instead by a thick piece of card stock, a translucent sheet of white on top of it, tied together with a bow. I whirl around and bend down to drop a gentle kiss on Xavier’s forehead.

“Sleep tight, Xavier,” I say, standing up quickly and hugging the crown to my chest. The whispers are pounding, imploring, begging me to make a change.

My heart constricts, because I know that I cannot leave an entire species at risk due to any of my own selfish desires.

Because in my heart, I cannot truly believe that Shifters are evil and don’t deserve salvatio, Matchmaker.

And who am I to rob them of that? Maybe that would be best. After a moment of contemplating, I edge out of the room, heading towards Xavier’s chamber slowly. My vision is still shaking, wobbly as I stumble over to the door. I think back to the school, when Xavier was talking to Sidney. Jealousy strikes like lightning, and I quickly shake my head. I don’t want to remember.

I don’t want that green envy to blossom within me until there is no containing it. I rushed over to them both, giving them a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. I hadn’t realised how much I’d missed them with all the drama that had been going o, Matchmaker. But then again I was glad they weren’t around to see it all, I really need some alone time, even from my parents. We exchanged a bit of small talk, until my mother said she wanted to talk to me, and my dad practically ran upstairs, probably to secret-dad stuff.

Split Personality I got up and changed into some short-shorts and a t-shirt.

I grabbed some white knee high socks and slipped them on, I threw my hair into a messy ponytail then I ran down stairs. But they had to be said. After about five minutes, Dex’s head appeared from the cliff, his eyes focused on me. I was exhausted from the trek up the ledge, so I was lying, back to the ground, on the cool, green grass.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could spot him swinging his muscled and fit body over the top, truly a sight to see as his shirt rose above his belly button in mid-swing. “Him.” I didn’t have enough strength to explai, Matchmaker.

“Kayde, Matchmaker…

” “Fine,” I agreed.

Matchmaker