The edge of the park was wreathed in night when Charlotte and I stepped out of the veil on the other side of the family wards. One look around at the dark houses on my street and I groaned. It was three hours later here, well after midnight.
Time zones sucked.
That meant everyone was sleeping. I'd have to save hugs and hellos and gift giving for the morning. It also meant, to be fair, we had to be quiet going in. Hard to do when my family magic yearned for the center of my coven's power, Shaylee sinking herself into the ground to check on Gwynn and the Wild while my demon yammered to see Meira and Sassafras. At least my vampire, as quiet and calm as ever, didn't prod me.
I appreciated her for her stoic nature. At least one of us had her head screwed on straight.