Thiago rolled his eyes and shook his head. “C’mon, Poison Ivy, Saffie said to meet her out back—and that little one scares me, so let’s not keep her waiting.”

“Poison Roycy is my sister’s creation,” Tenn said with a rough voice behind me.

As the two of them skipped around the side of the house, I turned to face my cousin. “How so?”

He shrugged one shoulder and stopped, giving Jackson a squeeze of his shoulder as he passed by. “Hope has the ability to come up with spells on the fly, in ways no one else can⁠—”

“Hence the gold bands on her fingers?” I wiggled mine as if they didn’t know what fingers were.

Tegan threw her head back and sighed, pressing her hands to her chest. “I just love the Proctor family so much. You’re powerful, you’re smart, and you’re all batshit crazy. I’ve got one as a soulmate, one as a best friend, and now this one who just gets shit.”

I smirked. “So, what did your sister do to Royce?”

“Made him a fucking menace,” Cooper grumbled as he walked by. He held his hand out and glanced over his shoulder.

Savannah hurried past me with both hands stretched out in front of her. When she took both of Cooper’s hands in hers, they both grinned and blushed. Then Savannah wagged her eyebrows. “Just think, now he won’t be able to let our enemies know he’s doing it.”

The others all laughed and made jokes as they stomped up the steps of the porch and went inside.

Tegan stopped short. “Let me go get Em and Constance—be right back, babe. Stay.”

Before he could protest, she was gone. He sighed and looked back to me. “Isn’t it just infuriating that the one person whose entire existence matters most to you can just vanish at will?”

“RIGHT!” I tugged on my hair in frustration. “You get it! It’s horrible. One second, they’re there. The next, they’re gone. Like where did mine even go?”

He shook his head. “Yours is so damn old I don’t think he remembers what it’s like to have someone need to know every working detail of his mind.”

“Imma lobotomize him soon if he doesn’t start using his words.”

Tenn hung his head and laughed. “Don’t let mine hear you say that or she’ll help.”

“She does strike me as one who’d enjoy dissecting a brain while it’s still inside a body.” I tapped on my temples. “Like a hermit crab still in its shell.”

He laughed. “C’mon, let’s go tear the kitchen apart and see what we can eat.” On cue, his stomach growled.

“Should I warn everyone to get out of your way?”

His stomach growled again. “Ya know, maybe.” He laughed as he walked through the door.