Then Marcellus appeared out of nowhere, stepping out of one of his portals.
Four beasts snarled out loud.
He didn’t care enough to acknowledge it.
Just raised an eyebrow and closed the portal behind him.
He looked at all of us, half bored, half amused in the weird attitude he seemed to live with.
“This is all very lovely,” he said. “Marks. Tears. Family acceptance. Deeply moving. I am almost emotionally inconvenienced.”
Aunt Kat closed her eyes. “Marcellus.”
“But,” he continued, “I would like to go home.”
I stared at him.
“Did you just interrupt a war council because you’re tired?”
“Come on, this wasn’t a war council. And yes. I’m tired of freezing my ass off here in Canada. It’s spring, for f**k’s sake. Why the hell is it still so cold up here?”
Liam made a sound that might hav
