The entire house became still and breathless-quiet as midnight approached. When the giant brass-and-oak grandfather clock in the vast foyer struck twelve, she almost expected the mansion and its occupants to disappear.
She was in a fairytale, after all. Zoe held her breath; everyone in the dining room was absolutely motionless.
A soft sound rose from the assembled Kith, growing in volume and eerie modulation as the tolling died. Zoe’s nape tingled and goosebumps raced down her back, spreading through her arms and legs. Beside her, Jack was a statue, his chin set and his dark gaze thoughtful.
All night he’d handled the socializing whenever she was confused, smoothly stepping in with introductions, small talk, or a murmured excuse us, I need my demie.
excuse us, I need my .When the choru
