The sun had risen fully now, bathing the kitchen in warm light that did nothing to hide the absolute chaos of their morning. Between Kai's abandoned pancakes, Callum's coffee artistry, Marcus's precise table-setting adjustments, and the sound of a hellhound performing opera in the yard, it was hardly the discrete supernatural household they were supposed to be maintaining.
But looking at Detective Carter's reluctantly amused expression, Samantha thought that maybe, just maybe, they'd gained an ally - even if he'd rather eat Kai's raw deer than admit it.
"Should we tell him about the dragon in the garage?" Marcus said with a perfectly straight face.
Kai dropped another pancake, catching on. "Oh yeah, the one that does yoga-"
"Marcus!" Samantha cut in, shooting him a look that could freeze hellfire. "Stop trying to give Detective Carter a heart attack."
Carter's hand, which had been inching toward his service weapon, paused. "There's no dragon?"
