But Shade had whistled, and now the table in front of me was moving. He whistled, and something came out from underneath it and jumped on the tabletop, ruining every glass and every plate and every flower in the process. People screamed. A fully grown, three-headed hellhound almost twice the size of Mors, wearing snowflake collars around her necks was standing on the table with her back turned to me. She snapped her jaws and growled at everyone around the table until they, including Max, had no other choice but to step away.
THE POT IS BOILINGGGGG LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO
