The ballroom was filled with music and chatter as Constantine and his cohorts took up a position against the wall at the furthest point from where the Emery family was warmly greeting guests. Constantine wiped his nose once more with his handkerchief. He frowned when he saw that it was still bleeding more than it should be. It had been several minutes since he had been punched in the nose, and under normal circumstances, his beast would have already repaired the damage. Constantine hated to admit it, but the big man who had hit him was right. They needed to eat their fill to be ready for the battle. Constantine knew the battle would be brutal. In his depleted state, it would be virtually impossible.
Constantine hissed, “Spencer, choose two members of our group to try the food. If they are
