No such luck. It was out in the middle of the dining room, and I could feel everyone watching as Evony and I made our way over to it and took the chairs Lauren indicated. Not wanting to be obvious about staring, I’d only gathered scattered impressions of the people in attendance, but it seemed to me that the Chosen were all in their twenties and extremely good-looking. There didn’t seem to be any djinn here. In a way, that made sense; I sort of doubted they were the type to celebrate Christmas. No, this party was for the mortals living here in Taos, a way for them to feel somewhat normal in a world that would never be normal again.
To my surprise, I did recognize the two people sitting at Lauren’s table. They were the guys from the roadblock out on the highway, now wearing sweaters instea
