Everyone had returned to the main living area of Graves Cabin, the great room.
Not relaxed—never that—but grounded. Bellies full for those who could eat. Water is close at hand. Introductions made, greetings exchanged, the initial shock of reunion dulled just enough to allow reason to breathe again.
The fire burned low and steady.
Lucian stood at the head of the room.
“I’m going to say the obvious,” he began.
The room quieted instantly.
He turned his head slightly, eyes settling on Talia. “We’ve all noticed the white stripe at my mate’s left temple.”
A few smiles flickered. No one laughed.
Lucian shifted his attention to Casius. “Can we safely call it the kiss of the Otherworld?”
Casius smiled faintly. “I see you still have your humor, Alpha.”
Then his expression sobered. “Yes. I
