I fully expected the whole shebang to go kablooey at any second. I wasn't expecting, however, to die of boredom.

Not right away, no. Not when Mom stood to give her welcome speech thanking the supernatural races for attending while I fumed and connived and tried to come up with a way to kick Vasyl's ugly ass without getting the werewolves in trouble.

And certainly not when I finally came back to the present from a sharp prod of Sassafras's magic.

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