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could see everyone’s dark little secrets as he stared around the room. Logan was frightened to look at Rave, afraid of what he would see. As much grief as he was giving the man, Logan really did like the guy. He didn’t have anyone he could really trust aside from Cal, and although he didn’t know Rave, or know his motives, who else did he have to rely on right now? Cal was a good guy, but he was useless in this mess. And to be honest, Logan didn’t know Cal all that well either. Six months was not long enough to know someone like the back of his hand. Although Cal was quiet, and gone half the time, Logan knew he could trust the man.
    He wasn’t so sure about Rave.
    “Is there something wrong?” Rave asked.
    Logan closed his eyes as he bent his head, praying that he didn’t see anything dark or wicked when he looked at Rave. He took a deep and cleansing breath and then glanced to his right, opening his eyes to stare at Rave.
    Nothing.
    No images, no deep, dark secrets. If the images he had seen with the strangers were correct, then he could see, or not see as it were, any malice coming from Rave.
    Big point for Rave.
    It made him relax a little. Logan wasn’t too sure he liked this little trick of the eyes. He didn’t want to know everyone’s evil little secrets.
    It sucked all the optimistic joy from his world and turned it into a cruel and cold place, where everyone was a thief or a liar, a bad man, an evil villain. It made him want to push into those people’s minds and make them do the right thing.
    Logan shook his head. “Everything is fine.” He knew that pushing into their minds was unfair, even if it was the right thing to do. He couldn’t take their choices away like that. Good or bad, they had to make the choices, not him.
    In that moment, Logan could see how someone like him could abuse the powers he possessed. It was very tempting to make people do the right thing, and that scared the shit out of him.

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    Rave was becoming a little worried about Logan. He looked a little pale, and he was sweating. His eyes kept jumping around the bar, staring at everyone. His wolf wanted to ease the discomfort on Logan’s face, but Rave knew Logan wasn’t being too receptive right now.
    He cursed under his breath when he spotted Agent Monroe walk into the door, a large, lumbering man following behind him. This was not a good time. He knew that Monroe and Logan needed to meet, to get to know each other, but with what Logan was going through, and the mistrust he was swimming in, that was going to be a tall order.
    The agent locked eyes with him, a small smile tilting his lips as he headed Rave’s way. A soft, playful smile was on his kissable lips as Monroe sat on the other side of Rave. His chestnut-brown eyes sparkled as Monroe laid an arm on the bar. “I was going to call you this morning, Rave.”
    Why didn’t he believe that? Maybe because he could smell the lie.
    But not only that, Monroe shifted his eyes slightly, telling Rave that he was indeed holding back the truth. “Really?”
    “I’ll go find a booth,” Logan said as he began to push from the bar. He could see the tension in Logan’s jaw and the scorn in his eyes.
    Jealousy. It wasn’t strong, but it was there.
    “Have a seat, Logan,” Rave said. Logan hesitated and then sat back down, his eyes skipping over to Monroe as if he were trying to size the other man up. Rave wanted to groan. Logan looked back at him, and a thoughtful look crossed his face. His features relaxed, as he grabbed a handful of pretzels, acting as if he were ignoring Rave.
    “Your boyfriend?” Monroe asked as he glanced over at Logan.
    “Not a bad choice, cute.”
    “I’m not cute,” Logan grumbled.
    “You said it, not me,” Monroe stated.
    “Who the hell are you?” Logan asked.
    “Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.” Monroe smiled tightly at Logan.
    “Prick.”
    “Call me that after I’ve slept with you. It’ll be more