Hagen, Lynn - Hunter [Zeus's Pack 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting ManLove) by Lynn Hagen

hadn’t. He was already attracted to them and couldn’t imagine being without them, so the revelation of being mates wasn’t what ticked him off.
    Dino had said that the way they were acting with each other was the same way he, Torem, and Sidney were, as mates. It was like Hunter and Tristan shared a secret he wasn’t privy to.
    “Do you have any idea who may have started this?” the chief asked.
    “No.” Quinn wanted to talk this over with his mates and the Alpha before divulging any information. He didn’t want to lie, but he wasn’t ready to divulge his suspicions just yet.
    Quinn took one last look at the charred ruins before turning away and walking to the truck. This was no idle threat against Tristan. If
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    this was indeed Xavier, then he upped the antes, making this a death threat.
    He and Hunter rode back to the house in relative silence. Quinn knew he was being childish and needed to get over his “I want what you guys have” fit. It wasn’t fair to Hunter or his jellybean. Quinn pushed the sunglasses up from his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. This had been one hell of a day.
    Quinn walked exhaustedly into the house and up the stairs once they got back to Zeus’s. He dropped his keys on the dresser and noticed Tristan’s drawings. “Hey, Hunter, come look at these.” Quinn picked up a few drawings that were lying on the dresser. It appeared Tristan was using the dresser as his table for now.
    “Tristan drew those?” Hunter asked as he looked over Quinn’s shoulder.
    Quinn picked up one drawing after the next. Most were of the new house being built. The details and design were exemplary. “When he said he liked to draw, I had no idea he was an artist.” Quinn shuffled through a few more, one sketch catching his attention.
    A grin spread across his face as he looked at a rendering of all three of them. Tristan was standing in the middle, wearing one of his outrageous outfits, including his fedora hat. But he had drawn Hunter and Quinn as Roman warriors, complete with studded collars, adjustable waist wraps, and lace-up cuffs. “Is this how he sees us?”
    “His protectors.” Hunter took the sketch from Quinn’s hand and studied it. “Wow, the depiction of me is so detailed,” Hunter said in an impressed tone.
    “I think Dino and Zeus would like to see the additions Tristan added on in these drawings. They’re incredible.” The rendering was better than their blueprints. The elevations were sharp, and the angles were irregular and stood out. Tristan missed his calling. “He used a thirty-degree angle instead of a standard ninety degree.”
    “What does that mean?” Hunter asked.
     
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    “It just means when people see something out of the ordinary, they’re drawn to it. It’s not your typical box shape but something more original.” He pointed out the different views Tristan had used in his renderings. “It’s absolutely amazing.”
    “You really think so, sir?” Quinn and Hunter looked over their shoulders to see Tristan standing in the doorway, shifting from foot to foot. The look on his face mingled uneasiness and hopefulness. “I was told my drawings were mediocre at best.”
    Quinn shook his head, holding up the sketch of the three of them.
    “There is nothing mediocre about this, jellybean. You have a talent most people wish they had.” Quinn could see Tristan’s eyes light up at his praise. How could he stay mad at him, or Hunter?
    “Thank you. That’s all I ever wanted to hear, that I’m good at something.” Tristan took the sketch from Quinn’s hand. “Yes, that’s how I see both of you.”
    “Then I can see myself ordering online.” Quinn chuckled.
    “Speak for yourself.” Hunter grunted. There was a faint hint of humor in his dazzling eyes. “You two are not putting me in a skirt, even a man skirt.”
    All three began to laugh at Hunter’s protest. Tristan turned his head and batted his