The morning's chaos with Linda's surprise visit, Cerberus's viral stardom, and the looming Council investigation had finally settled into an uneasy calm. But as sunset approached, bringing them closer to the dreaded dinner hour, Samantha found herself pacing their living room, her mind replaying the morning's events like a particularly bizarre highlight reel.
"You're going to wear a path on that floor," Marcus commented from his position on the couch, his gray eyes following her movement. He'd changed into a dark button-down that complemented his features, already dressed for dinner.
"Can you blame me?" Samantha stopped by the window, watching the sky turn violet. "My mother thinks we're some kind of modern commune, her detective boyfriend is investigating supernatural crimes, and Cerberus is now an internet sensation. Oh, and let's not forget Elena's pending Council report."
