*Claire*

We walked in to find Ivan and Misha in the kitchen with Tori and Ethan. Misha was telling Tori stories about Ethan while she finished up dinner. She looked mostly relaxed, especially given that Ivan was in his usual quiet, murderous mood. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I whispered “murderous aura” in his ear.

“Humph,” was all he said.

“That reminds me, Grumplestiltskin. I need to change your bandage later,” I ...