“What are you wearing?” Cameron practically yelled from the doorway. My head snapped toward him, his booming voice pulling me from my thoughts. He stood in the doorway, no longer dressed in the council garbs. “What are you wearing?” I echoed, lifting a brow. He strode in like he owned the place, adjusting the long necklaces that lay across his chest. Xavier entered behind him, and I gulped. They looked like they were about to attend one of Omel’s runway shows. Their shirts and pants fit faithfully to every muscle, showing off the masculine beauty of their bodies. Cameron caught me looking and
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