Micah stood, mouth agape, staring at the table standing in pride of place in the formal dining room. That’s what the butler had called it. So, was there an “informal dining room?” Shaking his head, he focused on the monstrosity in front of them.
“That’s, wow. How big is this guest list?”
Rakon chuckled next to him. “I suspect very small. Phenex likes things to be exclusive.”
“Indeed I do!” Phenex chimed in as he entered the room in a sweep of color. He had a long velvet teal cape that he wore over his formal attire. “I’m so glad you two could join me. Arroc, dear, I have set out some refreshments for you and your proteges as well.”
Arroc stayed silent by Micah’s side, not moving an inch. His growl caused Phenex to blanch a bit and step back before he seemed to catch himself.
“Really, Micah, you can let your pack relax. There is no threat to you here. There are rules I would never violate, and you are here as my guest. Besides, I am not so reckless as to take on one who blazes with Lucifer’s sigil.” Phenex gestured at the sigil that had flared to life again during the tense exchange.
“Stand down. You may stay close, but there is no need to be on alert,” Micah said clearly to the pack after receiving a subtle nod from Rakon. He was glad to see Arroc give Phenex one final glare before he led the hellhoundcat pups over to the comfortable pillows that had been set up on one side of the room. He still had much to learn about his role as Packmaster, but he was glad he could count on Rakon and Arroc to help him.
Focused again on the mountain of dishes that covered a table the size of a semi truck in the middle of the room, Micah turned to his host.
“That’s what you call tea?” Undoubedly there were tea pots. Quite a few of them. But there were towers of small sandwiches and pastries next to them.
“Of course. Only the best for my honored guests.” Phenex bowed low to Lucifer as he entered the room at that moment. Micah caught himself before he could roll his eyes. Luckily for him, Lucifer did it for him.
“That was … lame. Even for you, Phenex.”
“Hey, I’m trying to be on my best behavior. I don’t want Rakoth to come track me down for insulting his Packmaster. He seems very attentive,” Phenex said with a salacious glance at Micah.
“Not to mention very possessive. So you might keep that in mind as well,” Rakon drawled in a bored tone.
“You still here? I think that’s a record. Usually someone has thrown you out by now,” Lucifer said to Rakon.