Daisy stood on the Grand Dame's wraparound porch, nursing a mug of decaffeinated tea that Mrs. Rodriguez had slipped into her hands with the stealth of a caffeine ninja. Four months pregnant with supernatural twins was apparently enough to get herself exiled from coffee island, a reality she was still fighting with the determination of someone who'd recently helped defeat cosmic horror but couldn't face mornings without chemical assistance.
"I can literally feel you glaring at that tea," Christian observed, materializing beside her with that silent grace that still made her heart do gymnastics routines it hadn't signed up for. "The liquid remains innocent of all charges."
"Easy for you to say," Daisy grumbled, leaning into his perpetual winter chill. "You don't need caffeine. You're basi
