Aloisa looked down and muttered something about not knowing how well they'd be received.
“You didn't have to hide out there,” said Mrs. Decessio. “Trust me, no one cares, so long as you haven't slit anyone's throats.”
“Mama!” said Raymond, any everyone laughed.
Jonah didn't care at all. He liked Michael and Aloisa, and they didn't have that air of superiority and contempt some of the other Sanctum folks had. Truth be told, they weren't much different from his friends at the estate.
He went to the head of the table with his mind set on another helping of sausage stuffing when someone else knocked at the door.
“Man!” he exclaimed. “Aren't we the popular ones?”
He opened the door, and was pleasantly surprised to see a grinning, toboggan-headed, long-haired boy in his late teens wielding
