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weren’t invited, and yet you went inside?”
    “Um…there was no one at the receptionist’s desk, so I went in when two other individuals exited.”
    Her dark brows slammed together. “That makes no sense.”
    “I’m sorry,” I said slowly though it did sound like a question. I was confused myself. She was overreacting about me going inside the building without an invite. “I did have the package to deliver.”
    Isaac stirred next to her, and I felt his eyes on me. He was quiet for a long moment, then ever so casually relaxed back on his chair, his head cocking, making his hair rest against his cheek. His voice was calm and smooth. “What did this wizard look like that gave you the package?”
    I mirrored him, making myself relax like his calming tone. “She had black dreadlocks and golden eyes,” my gaze slowly traveled to his, and I held his composed stunning green gaze, “and she had a lot of power. She wasn’t trying to hide it.” I shrugged a shoulder. “She said her name was Hanna.”
    One of the rich townsfolk grunted at the end of the table. “Hanna Clipton.”
    Isaac glared at him. “I believe I understood who she was speaking of. Your commentary is unnecessary.” Isaac’s Gargoyle had huffed before his attention snapped back to me. “What did Hanna say to you?”
    My brows rose. “Nothing abnormal, if that’s what you mean. She just called in for a courier. I was on-call, so I went. She paid cash up front and told me to deliver the package to the address I went to. That was it.” My nose scrunched with an absent memory. “Actually, she did mention something about darkness coming. Since it was already night time, I just brushed it off as crazy wizard bullsh—” I stopped abruptly, pinching my lips together. “Sorry.”
    Isaac’s brows slowly raised his tone hinting on amused. “You don’t like wizards.”
    “No.”
    “And shifters?”
    Honest. “No.”
    His lips gradually curved up. “And how can you tell the difference between a shifter, wizard, and human?”
    Not so honest. “I have no idea. I just can.” I cleared my throat and then glanced at my watch. “I really do need to be going.” I turned my attention away from him to Mrs. Stone. “Have I answered all of your questions?”
    Her brows were still slanted together, but she waved a bored, absent hand in my direction. “That’ll be all.” She turned her attention to her oldest son, Isaac, muttering quietly to him, “What the hell did Hanna have delivered there?”
    I stared a beat longer after she had dismissed me like a lowly servant. Arrogant shifter bitch .
    Isaac ignored her, instead, stopping me as I started to turn away again. “Exactly what are you?”
    My lips twitched as I noticed everyone at the table as they took an avid interest in the question. Glancing at each one of them, my eyes landed on the wizard, Caleb. I stared expectantly, not saying a word.
    He merely shook his head, wiping his mouth, having finished his macaroni. “That’s yours to tell. It seems they need to hear it from your mouth, even after I removed the spell placed on you.” He winked. “It was Hanna who put it on you that night, by the way.”
    I chuckled quietly and then turned my attention back to Isaac. “I’m human.” My grin grew even broader as his expression turned quiet at the verification. I repeated his earlier comment, but there was no humor in my tone. “You don’t like humans.”
    He merely stared nothing showing in his expression.
    “Well…well…well, it appears fortunate I needed a new sweater,” a rough masculine voice stated loudly, and all of our attention snapped to the man walking up to the table. His arms were spread wide, a bag from the same store as mine dangling from one of his hands. “What are you all doing here? Having a secret pow-wow that I wasn’t invited to?”
    My spine stiffened even further…as my heartbeat started to race madly inside my chest as grief and loss threatened to break my