As soon as the chamber doors opened, every immortal ass left every immortal seat because some entrances transcend species and time, and this one right here had some Big Nick Energy.
Then one God began pouring tequila shots, while another rubbed his hands together and a third grabbed the remote in case anyone tried to change the channel.
Mouths shut. Drinks poured. Asses parked. Eyes glued. And then the god of fate started smiling. Every head turned to look at her, uncomfortable, because the god of fate never smiled unless something irreversible was about to happen.
✦✦✦
Dad walked in and every kid snapped to attention like they hadn't just spent four hours the night prior drawing dicks on stepdad's whiteboard.
The formation behind Nicholas was Shadowfell through and through. Tight. Lethal. V-shaped. Damon was at his right. Reed at his left.
