The Welles mansion was unusually lively that evening, a rare lull in their otherwise tense existence. The family had gathered in the sprawling living room, sprawled on elegant leather couches that circled a grand fireplace. The mood was relaxed, almost human for once
Cade lounged against the arm of a couch, idly juggling a silver coin between his fingers with supernatural dexterity. The metallic flashes caught the firelight as he grinned. "Alright, whose turn is it?"
"Not mine," Nyx declared, leaning back into the cushions with a lazy smirk. Her dark hair spilled over one shoulder, and her eyes gleamed with mischief. "I'm tired of beating you all."
"You mean cheating us all," Finn chimed in from his spot near the bookshelf. He flipped through an old leather-bound volume he clearly wasn't reading, his sharp features illuminated by the glow of a nearby lamp.
