Harry held up his half-full glass. "I'm good, thanks."

Marcus signaled the bartender anyway. "Another whiskey for Mr. Bennett, please. He'll need it before the night is over."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked sharply.

Marcus smiled innocently. "Just that these events can be tiring. Speaking of which, your mother has outdone herself tonight. Or was this all Selen's doing?"

"Mostly Selen," Harry admitted. "She insisted on handling the arrangements."

"She's quite the hostess," Marcus ...