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Tahnee looked up, just in time to see a bunch of baby shifters launching themselves from the sanctuary’s mezzanine.
It seemed like they’d learned a new game: buzzing over the heads of everyone on the ground floor, and seeing how close they could get without actually touching anyone.
It was a stupid, reckless, risky game… and exactly the kind of thing that Tahnee would’ve enjoyed when she was a kid.
Hell, I would probably enjoy it now. And Robb would get that grumpy little frown he gets when his inner stick-in-the-mud gets its knickers in a knot.
The warning had come from Trent – a half-hearted warning at best – and it was clear that he was the one who had put them up to it in the first place.
Tahnee watched as Ruby, Opal, Dusty, and Goldie belted around the room at top speed, skimming over the heads of everyone present by a mere hairsbreadth. Quicksilver, on the other hand, seemed content to perch upon the railing and lord it over everyone from on high.
“Are we late for the party?”
Tahnee turned to see Rhys and his mate, Maisie, looking a little bedraggled as they walked in through the front door.
“Only by about four hours,” Hector said around a mouthful of food. “Barely worth mentioning.”
Predictably, Rhys bristled. “We had to divert because of a storm. Griffins and lighting don’t mix. Which you would know, if you ever bothered to think anything through in your life.”
“And if you ever bothered to check the BOM, then you would’ve known about the storm and planned accordingly,” Hector retorted. “It’s not my fault if you can’t learn to look at the rain radar.”
“Boys, boys,” said their sister Evie, rolling her eyes. “You’re both idiots who can’t plan ahead.”
“You’ve got that right,” muttered Rhys’s mate Maisie, before her eyes widened in exaggerated innocence. “Oops, did I say that out loud?”
“Say what out loud?” replied Hector’s mate Myrtle. “I certainly didn’t hear anyone say anything about these two bozos.”
Hector threw his hands in the air in exasperation. “I thought you were supposed to be on my side!”
“I’m on the side of truth and justice,” Myrtle said solemnly. “And the truth is, the two of you are, what’s the word?” She stroked her chin thoughtfully. “Oh, yeah. Ridiculous.”
“I’m going to go get a drink,” Rhys muttered, stalking off.
Maisie laughed ruefully. “I shouldn’t be so mean,” she said. “But they really are a bit ridiculous.”
“You won’t hear any argument from me,” said Evie, passing her a beer. “Except I’d use a bit stronger word than ridiculous.”
“I’m still here, you know!” Hector exclaimed, before grabbing his head in pain. “Ow! Far out, Rubes! Hooves are for the ground, not for heads!”
He directed a stern look at his alicorn daughter Ruby, who was still buzzing the heads of everyone in the room, and had apparently gone just a bit too low on this pass. She looked contrite… but not that contrite.
“I’m going to go join Rhys,” Hector muttered. “Since apparently I’m too ridiculous to be in your company.”
He went off in a huff, and the others exchanged incredulous glances.
“Did we just… find a way to make them work together?” asked Maisie.
Tahnee nodded. “I think you’ve just unlocked something dark and powerful.”
“Or now their powers will combine, and they’ll be doubly idiotic.” That was Evie’s mate Penny, who had been watching the exchange with the tired patience of someone who’d seen it all a million times.
Evie made a face. “Good point.” She paused, before shrugging and popping a wine bottle. “Drink, anyone?”
Tahnee continued to do her rounds of the party, making sure to say hi to everyone. All of Robb’s former team and their mates were here, as well as a small circle of other close friends.
Former team.
It was strange to think about, even though she was deliriously happy about her new life with Robb.
