Raisel - POV

Dressed in pajamas, I stepped into the guest room where the girls were staying. It was already late, the night settling in, and the room smelled of wine and takeout. The drinks were poured, food spread out, and the laughter had already begun.

Soren was at his other house, catching up on work. Typical.

Gwen handed me a drink just as Fiora let out a dramatic sigh.

"It’s been forever since we actually got to unwind," she groaned. "I swear, I’m working myself to the ...