“I believe we need to find Victor and get his help in turning our home into the Lich Hollow,” Alaric stated.
“Don’t forget to make the fathomless pool for Arvandus’s apple bobbing,” Albrecht reminded Chander as the three left the office.
“It’ll be perfect,” Chander replied. “Let’s do this shit.”
Chapter 7
Daemon Lord Benton Daray glared at Baxter. “Keep your hands off my ass,” he told his mate through the mindlink they’d gained years ago when their blood was bonded.
“I can’t help it, Ben.”
“Yes, you can.”
“I warned you this morning when you, for some insane reason, were already showered and dressed by the time I woke up that I was going to be handsy today.”
“Save it for later, and it’s not my fault you overslept.”
“We watched movies like all night.”
“If you expect me to be nice and fuck you later, you’ll obey yourself,”Benton warned through narrowed eyes.
“I think I just came.”
Benton shoved his other half as Alaric, Chander, and Albrecht walked into the great room, where he was standing with the misbehaving Baxter.
“Are we finally doing the hollow?” Baxter asked the Arch Lich.
“As soon as the groceries are put away so I can get Victor’s assistance,” Chander remarked.
“We’d offer to help him, but he’s too damn picky about his cupboards,” Baxter complained. It was a bone of contention for them all that Victor never allowed anyone except Brynnius to assist with emptying shopping bags and putting the items in their place.
“I can hear better than sentinels,” Victor called out from behind the counter. “And none of you pay attention to where things go, you just shove shit in. Then, when I go to cook, I can’t find a damn thing.”
“I put a soup next to a soup, and he still chastised me,” Alaric muttered.
Shoving a handful of curls out of his face, as Victor was in one of his phases where he preferred longer hair, the shifter stalked over to where they were standing. “No, Lich Sentinel, you put a soup next to a can of green beans. Clearly not the same thing. You saw a can, and so you just plunked the one in your hand on the shelf.”
“I clearly saw a bunch of juice brought into this house today,” Chander accused. “I hope you’re not planning on making me drink it.”
Victor shook his head. “It’s for the potion punch for the party.”
“How do you expect people to enjoy themselves if we’re feeding them juice?”
“Because not everyone has such a militant stance on juice,” Victor argued.
“Perhaps we should discuss why we are standing around in the living room?” Alaric said as Grymington and Hekate jogged down the stairs.
“Are we ready?” Grymington asked.
Chander craned his head to make sure all twelve Darays were present. “Yep. You want the spell to cover the entire great room?”
“I think the staircase should be included as well as the foyer,” Alaric replied. “It’s the first thing people will see when they arrive as we’re going to insist that teleporters use the alcove in front of the elevator.”
“There are bedrooms on this level like mine and yours, which we obviously don’t want changed, but what about the office? The doors have glass panels so even if we shut them, it’s going to seem out of place,” Victor commented.
“I guess I can deal with it being weird in there for a week. So, what’s the plan? Spooky forest with the hollow in the living room?” Chander asked.
“Can you do some of that black mist? If it moves around a little, it might be scary,” Benton suggested.
