The laughter around the banquet hall grew louder as the night went on, the camaraderie of battle turning into something warm and joyful. The soldiers, both human and demon, mingled with ease now, the tension of the war finally dissipating.
Plates were stacked high with food, and the wine flowed freely, filling everyone's cups before they had a chance to empty them.
Lise, with a mock-scowl, pointed at Eileen across the table. "You got lucky with that last shot. I swear, the cups were moving."
Eileen grinned back, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Blame your aim, not my skills, Lise. It's not my fault you can't hold your drink and toss a ball at the same time."
A snort escaped me as I watched their playful banter. Eileen's teasing was relentless, and Lise's fiery personality made it all the more entertaining. Aurelia, sitting beside me, leaned back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest, watching them with a lazy smile.
