“I only made a single suggestion,” Brynnius muttered.
Victor rolled his eyes as he wiped the counter. “It’s like they don’t even remember the yelling match two minutes ago.”
“Exactly,” Eduard called down once he got to the top landing. “I’m not going to sit around and referee your stupid fights. Alaric put me in charge of the music. Go work on your own projects for the party. I’m sure you can find some way to help.”
“Weweretrying to help,” Cassius shouted.
“What the fuck is going on out here?” Chander demanded as he stomped out of the cave that served as their office until after the party that was fast approaching.
“Now you’ve done it,” Eduard hollered. “You’ve upset Chand.”
“You’re the one who can’t take any constructive criticism,” Baxter yelled.
“I don’t need your damn help for the music. I’ve got Gavrael and Gedeon to assist me,” Eduard contended.
“You know damn well Eduard is in charge, so don’t give him shit just because you want some crappy song included,” Chander growled. “Brynn, shouldn’t you be baking for tomorrow?”
With his chin to his chest, Brynnius got out of his chair and shuffled to the kitchen. “I only suggested one song, and Victor needed space to get his sauce started.”
“It’s a stupid fucking song,” Baxter told him.
“And this is the end of this stupid fucking argument,” Chander shot back. “Bax and Ben, get those table runners and party napkins set up on the tables for Victor.”
“That would be very helpful,” Victor called out as the two Daemon Lords slunk over to do the Arch Lich’s bidding.
“You can’t find something to do?” Chander demanded of Cassius, who was doing his best to try and look innocent at the table where he now sat alone.
“Uh…”
“It would be great if you could make sure the soap dispenser was full and that there’s plenty of toilet paper in the guest bathroom,” Victor suggested. “The floor could also use another raking.”
With a nod, Cassius scurried out of the great room.
“Victor, the leaves are supposed to add to the atmosphere, not make more work for you. Stop raking the fucking things up.”
“Well, I guess I’m sorry, Chand, but it drives me nuts to see things out of place.”
“I like the leaves on the ground,” Baxter interjected.
“Stop antagonizing Victor. Every damn time they act like children, Alaric’s nowhere to be found,” Chander grumbled, marching to his cave.
“I want to laugh so bad,” Gedeon confessed in a whisper as Eduard led them down the hall into the red, black, and gray suite Larissa D’Vairedraconis had helped him decorate.
“As much as I admire Brynn, his suggestion was not even related to All Hallow’s Eve,” Gavrael intoned as they got settled in the sitting area of Eduard’s room.
“He’s right that the people dancing might want a slow song,” Gedeon replied.
“Considering some of the costumes I have seen people working on at the house, I doubt they could even attempt dancing as a couple,” Gavrael answered.
“Really? Everyone’s revealing what they’re going to be?” Eduard asked.
“No, not entirely, but a lot of D’Vaires are working together, so they might ask for help with a specific part, especially if it requires some magic and they have none,” Gedeon remarked.
“That makes sense,” Eduard decided. “Chand has made it clear he’ll assist anyone with their costumes. Brynn and Grymmie have told us what they’re going as, but everyone else has kept theirs a secret.”
“Are you going to tell us what they’re going as?” Gedeon asked.
“No, you will have to wait.”
