Just thirty minutes ago, their biggest problem had been Cerberus's impromptu opera performance and Detective Carter's interrogation about the Black Swan incidents.
Now, as Linda walked through their back door carrying a tupperware of lemon bars, Samantha watched in astonishment as her mother's gaze slid right past the three-headed hellhound in their yard.
A subtle movement caught her attention - Callum's fingers tracing an intricate pattern in the air, his expression concentrated. The magic rippled outward like invisible silk, and suddenly everything made sense. Her mother's oblivious smile, the way her eyes skipped over Elena's glowing form, how she didn't even react to Cerberus's massive presence.
Marcus caught her eye, his expression confirming what she'd noticed. They would definitely be having words with Callum about this little trick later.
