The cellar was dark. Stale air smelled of smoke and cinnamon whiskey. As my feet rose and fell, carrying me down the creaking stairs cautiously, I scanned the room. Enhanced sight was a wonderful thing. Now, if only I had a camera.
The twins spooned in a corner. Dax, Jacoby, and Matteo were tangled in such a mess of arms and legs, I couldn't tell where one ended and another began. Wulf sat against a wall, with his legs wrapped tightly around Anthony's large body, as if they'd fallen asleep while wrestling. The only one I wouldn't be willing to blackmail with fun little photos of that evening was Zane.
The ritual table had been turned on its side. Z rested with his back against it. Trish lay on the floor beside him, using his thick thigh as a pillow. One of his arms draped over her midse
