The river house patio glowed beneath strings of warm lights while the bonfire crackled beside the water. Smoke drifted lazily through the evening air carrying the scent of charcoal, roasted fish, and river reeds. The river beyond the railing moved steadily through the darkness, reflecting scattered gold from the house behind them. Empty plates, whiskey glasses, and half-finished conversations already cluttered the outdoor table.
Alistair emerged from the firepit carrying a large serving platter.
The fish had somehow survived the competition.
Even more surprisingly, it looked good.
Perfectly roasted strips rested beside herbs, lemon wedges, and small bowls of relish.
Seraphina immediately leaned forward. "Ooh, that looks good."
"It should," Alistair said proudly. "You're looking at the work of a master."
"You're looking at fish," Cael replied as the sliding door opened.
Cael stepped onto the patio carrying four plates.
Steaks. Properly plated, of course.
