“I’ll play with you, Macy,” Mekhi calls from his spot at the end of the table. “Hudson’s not the only master strategist at the table.” “No, but I am the only one with my own chess table,” Hudson tells him. Eden snorts. “Not sure that’s something to brag about, Destructo Boy.” “You’re just jealous, Lightning Girl.” “Damn straight.” She grins. “I want to be able to blow shit up with just a wave of my hand.” He lifts a brow. “You mean you can’t?”
