In a tone both rueful and brimming with pride, he said, “You never see my queen coming till it’s too late.” Just this evening, Elizabeth had somehow gotten Lothaire to agree to take Joshua—and eight of his cousins—trick-or-treating. But really. How hard could that be? Though it shouldn’t have surprised anyone, the mortal boy worshipped Lothaire. I’m acquiring relatives like unspayed cat shifters.
