Shayne grinned as the carollers broke out into slightly pitchy harmonies. He tried to snap along, missing a few beats. Cress didn’t hide his repulsed face as he joined them at the door. “Must we stand here and listen to this?” he whispered to Kate. “It’s kind of a common courtesy to stay and listen until they’re finished,” she said back. “How horrifying,” he mumbled, eyeing a man at the back singing louder than the rest. “That human should lose his tongue.”
