After a few gulps of some local wine — a red blend from Arizona Stronghold — I was feeling a little more in control of myself. So far no one had tried to hex me straight back to Jerome, or turned me into a frog. Then again, why would they? In their eyes, I was one of them now. I’d bonded with Connor, brother of the primus. Now we were all just one big happy family.
Well, more or less.
More introductions, more smiling at attractive dark-haired people whose faces I wasn’t sure I’d be able to recall the next day. Okay, maybe their faces — I was always fairly good at that sort of thing. But names? As Lucas had advised me, I didn’t even try.
We ate and drank, and then drank some more. I felt as if I were in a sort of dream, as if all the introductions were happening to someone else, someplac
