Carver shoves a fist against his mouth, but it does nothing to suppress his delighted snicker. The noise seems to help Abram recover some of his mental faculties.

“Goddamn it, Zoey!” He brushes at his arms in disgust. “Do you have a lifetime supply of glitter?”

“You know I do!” I chuck the empty bowl and container at their feet, still furious despite the hilarious scene in front of me. “And I will happily plaster you both in it. Then, if you still feel like fighting, I’ll grab my phone and record every ridiculous second, build a whole website to house that video, send the link to every person you’ve ever met, and make sure the entire cosmos knows that you two decided to become glitter gladiators!” By the time I’m done with my rant, I’ve reached a righteous volume that practically shakes the trees surrounding the property.

“Hell, that’s some intricate revenge,” Courtney whispers to no one in particular. She sounds delighted.

“Now,” I snarl at the two of them, “are you going to get along?”

Abram glares at the ground, still trying to rub away the silver sparkles adhered to his upper half, but it’s no use. Glitter is the herpes of the craft world.

The silence is broken by a choking snort. For a second, I think it’s Carver again. But then I realize the noise came from Warner’s throat. The werewolf stares at his hands, flipping them palms down, and then up again. Then, he throws his head back, laughing, as if he wasn’t just seconds away from brawling.

He laughs so hard that he has to bend over, clutching his knees.

Seeing Warner lose it chips away at my fury, and I fight hard against a smile.

Then, faster than any of my brothers were likely expecting, Warner bounds up the steps, wrapping his arms around my thighs and lifting me into the air. He doesn’t race away with me as his captive. Instead, he twirls us both around, chuckling as he buries his nose against my throat.

One of my warm spots. I can feel his breath there, the way he inhales deep.

For the moment, I’m able to forget all the worries over decisions I need to make. In Warner’s arms, the world seems funnier. Not so full of impossible decisions.

I clasp his head, tilting his face until eyes of pure amber meet mine. Loving the sight, I press a gentle kiss to the middle of his forehead, sure my lips come away shimmering.