Tegan watched him, then nodded. “First of all, Tim and Constance, thank you for stepping up for us, but actually, for the time being I’d like for you two to be our co-leaders. I need to use every ounce of my brain power on saving our lives, and Tenn needs to be . . . well, Tenn.”

Tenn looked right at Mona and arched one eyebrow.

Tim shook his head. “Nephew, despite Royce’s claims, you are still mortal. You have to eat.”

“See? That’s what I mean.” Tegan grinned. “If you two amazing fully grown proper adults can keep doing exactly what you’re doing now, that would be amazing.”

Tim shook his head and smirked. “So, trouble, you want us to be the voice of reason to keep everyone alive and functioning while you two non-humans focus on the non-human parts?”

Tegan nodded. “Yep.”

“Please, yes.” Tenn sighed. “Maybe I’ll have an appetite if I can turn my brain off a little.”

Tim frowned at his nephew. “I really need to finish that manual.”

Tenn pointed his spoon at him. “That’s right, Hermit boy. Get to work.”

Tegan laughed. “I think Connie’s right, by the way. I fear we’re in another Samhain in Salem situation.”

Jackson strolled back in and sat down, holding a steaming teacup. “What does that mean exactly? I wasn’t in Salem.”

Warner and Lennox both snapped their fingers and pointed to him.

I grimaced and held my hand up. “Seems a few of us agree on that question.”

Tegan grimaced. “It means that we have to be prepared for an attack every day at sunset, by either demons, vampires, or Unseelie. Or anything else they throw at us. We also have the added stress of fallen angels who are not harmed by the sunlight and could become a problem at any given second. And then by day we also have to work on solving the puzzle that is in front of us, which is how to rid our world of these⁠—”

“TEGAN!” Cooper screamed from above us, his footsteps thundering down the stairs. “TEGAN!”

Everyone gasped and jumped up but didn’t move.

“I’M HERE!” Tegan leapt out of Tenn’s lap, flicking her wrist at the same time.

A white box flashed and then Cooper slid through it with Savannah draped in his arms. She was thrashing wildly, every limb shaking and waving around like she was having a seizure. Her blue eyes were milky white as if there was a film across them. She gasped and threw her head back, her eyes rolling back with it. We all cursed and rushed to them, dropping to our knees to help support Savannah’s thrashing body against the floor. Hunter slid in and rested her head in his lap, his golden magic spilling over her, yet the thrashing didn’t subside.