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think Matt would be with me if I was
dangerous?”
    Jordan’s body
reacted quickly, taking him by surprise. His lips curled into a
snarl at Daniel’s words, and his fangs were nearly all the way down
by the time he got a handle on his instincts.
    Daniel stared
at him, with his mouth hanging open in disbelief. “Stop it!” he
hissed, casting furtive glances at the tables around them. “Are you
crazy?”
    Jordan was
starting to wonder that himself. “Are you and Matt together?”
    The words
spilled out without his permission as his mind was still focused on
not throwing a half shift in the middle of Starbucks. The thought
of Daniel and Matt together made his blood boil, and that made no
sense. He didn’t want Daniel like that, and Daniel sure as fuck
didn’t want him.
    Jordan took a
moment to study Daniel across the table, wondering why the thought
of Daniel and Matt being in a relationship had pissed him off so
much. In theory, everything about Daniel should want to make Jordan
keep a wide berth. But his instincts apparently thought
differently, and he let his gaze wander over Daniel’s features,
taking him in slowly.
    His hair was different . Jordan had only seen that colour come out of a
bottle, but Daniel didn’t smell of chemicals. His eyes and lips
stood out against his pale skin, and the overall effect was
striking. He wasn’t Jordan’s usual type, but Jordan could
appreciate his attractiveness. If only Daniel wasn’t projecting
such strong feelings of derision his way.
    “That’s none
of your business.”
    It took Jordan
a minute to recall what they were talking about, and then he found
himself relaxing back in his seat. It wasn’t a no as such,
but it felt like one.
    “As riveting
as this conversation is, I have shit to do.” Daniel rose from his
chair to leave, and Jordan shot his hand out to grab him by the
wrist.
    “Wait.”
    Daniel glared
down at Jordan’s hand, then back up, and Jordan felt himself drawn
in again until Daniel snapped his eyes closed.
    “ That .”
Jordan hissed. “What the bloody hell is that?”
    Daniel stared
down at the table for a few seconds before collapsing back into his
chair with a groan. He put his head in his hands and spoke through
his fingers, his words coming out muffled. “How much do you know
about people like me? And I don’t mean the crap they say in stupid
online forums.”
    Jordan
squirmed in his seat. He might be guilty of believing some of the
things written there, but he wasn’t about to own up to it. He eyed
the two tables closest to them, making sure no one was paying them
any attention, and then rested his arms on the table, leaning in
closer to Daniel.
    “You can see .” Jordan ran his thumbs over the tips of his fingers, a
bad habit he’d picked up after he’d first changed. He still half
expected to feel the ends of his claws, even after all this time of
knowing he wouldn’t. “I don’t know how much truth there is in this,
but I’ve heard you have a grounding influence on us . I’ve
also heard you have some sort of mind control, which I always
thought was complete bollocks, but now I’m not so sure.”
    Daniel peeked
through his fingers at that last part. “Yeah, that is complete
bollocks. But….”
    Jordan raised
an eyebrow, barely holding back from telling Daniel to spit it out.
“But?”
    “But the bit
about grounding people, that part’s true.” He dropped his hands and
sat upright, still looking down at the table, for which Jordan was
grateful. “We’re supposed to be a calming influence.”
    Jordan thought
back to that night in the alleyway and couldn’t help his huff of
disbelief. “Really?”
    Daniel
obviously had the same thought, because he grinned. “I know,
right?” It lit up his whole face, and Jordan wanted to touch him so
badly in that moment that he had to clench his fists to stop
reaching out. “I don’t think it works with strangers. Obviously . There has to be some level of trust there
already, like