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lining out the prophecy.”
    “You never see what you need to see when you’re looking for it. Same thing as fighting. Watch for the strike and you’ll miss it. Let things flow, and you’ll catch it every time.”
    Ramsay barked a laugh. “You gonna tell me to use the force, too?”
    “Fuck you, Shantos,” Jagger said, but there was zero bite behind his words. He smiled and stood, gaze locked on a quartet of scrumptious-looking ladies. A veritable smorgasbord of beauty with a little something for every appetite. “You ladies need a place to park yourself for a bit?”
    Damn. Jagger might make a good wingman after all. He’d have to talk Eryx into more time away for Lexi’s new somo.
    A tall blonde with exotic eyes and a catwalk body held out her hand to Jagger. “I’m Tessa. You sure you don’t mind if we share your space?”
    “Sweetheart, I’ll share more than my space,” Jagger said.
    Yep. Definite wingman material if the giggles from the girls were any indication.
    “I’m Naomi.” Where Tessa was elegant, the woman settling next to Ramsay was sex on legs, all curves wrapped in delicious mocha skin. She motioned toward the mousy brown-haired woman perched on the arm of the love seat. “This is Margo.”
    Margo smiled and nodded an unspoken hello. Kind of a knowing, Mother Theresa calm in a sea full of sinners. She leaned out and peered around him. “Trinity? You coming?”
    Ramsay followed her gaze and his eyes locked onto pure sunshine in human form. Shorter hair, nearly platinum, and in one of those stylish cuts that crossed somewhere between windblown and freshly fucked. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black. And her curves, praise The Great One, whoever ran the Levi’s marketing division needed to get a camera aimed in her direction. They’d make a serious mint in one campaign.
    She wiped her palm on her hip and dipped her chin, hiding those amazing eyes. “Hi.”
    “I’m Ramsay.” His hand was outstretched to take hers and he was standing. When the hell had that happened? And why wasn’t she responding to what he offered? Histus, he was more off his game than he’d thought.
    Margo stepped between them. “Take my spot, Trin.”
    Trinity stepped hesitantly forward and fiddled with the collar of her white button-down.
    Funny. She showed about a tenth of the skin as every other woman in the club, and it only made him want to see the perfect form beneath even more. Or better yet, touch her. Undo the buttons, peel the sides apart, and kiss his way down her creamy skin. Maybe she’d taste like sunshine, too.
    “She’s a little shy.” Margo’s voice carried only enough to reach Ramsay. Probably trying to cushion her friend’s awkwardness.
    Laughter and an abrupt shout pierced the steady rumble of the crowd, and a pair of giggling girls dodged some commotion.
    One of the girls tripped, her trajectory dead-on for Trinity.
    Ramsay shot forward, grabbed Trinity by the elbow, and righted her.
    Trinity jerked away, overcorrected, and tumbled to the floor in the opposite direction.
    “Trin!” Margo moved to help her up.
    Ramsay beat her to it. “You okay?”
    A bright red flush stole across her cheeks as she propped herself up on one elbow and rubbed her butt. “Fine. Nothing broken but my pride.”
    He offered his hand to help her up, but she refused it with a shake of her head. The neckline of her blouse gapped open, putting a whole lot of perfect flesh on display, punctuated by an ancient-looking pendent.
    Ramsay froze.
    Not just any pendant. An exact replica of Lexi’s prophetic mark. A sword wrapped in ivy. Hanging from the neck of a human.
    Oh, hell no. No way was he passing up information when The Fates dangled it under his nose. He gripped her hand, pulled her to her feet, and dove into her memories.
    His whole body lit up, a painful fire shooting up his arm and blasting across his body while a battering ram took to his brain.
    He vaguely registered letting go. And then nothing but