Three days after the strange night in the lower sanctum, the Estate had returned — almost — to normal. Almost.
Because "normal" in a household with one ancient vampire hybrid, one snarky werewolf, one memory-restored dragon lord, one magically overworked hybrid mother, and a baby who occasionally glowed like a miniature moon, meant breakfast still had a 60% chance of becoming a supernatural incident.
But today, Samantha was determined.
"No spells, no levitation, no haunted toast," she said firmly, wagging a finger as Kai reached for the jam. "We are having one peaceful morning before my mom gets here."
Kai gave her his best innocent smile — which, on him, looked more like a wolf preparing to steal something. "I'm not the one who bewitched breakfast last time."
Marcus raised a brow from behind his coffee cup. "You literally shouted 'Wingardium Toast-iosa.'"
"It was irony," Kai said, spreading jam onto his toast with exaggerated precision.
