The peaceful moment lasted exactly until 6:47 AM, when Samantha was jolted awake by the most ungodly howling she'd ever heard coming from somewhere outside their bedroom window.
"What in the seven hells is that noise?" Kai groaned, pulling a pillow over his head in a futile attempt to block out what sounded like a banshee having an argument with a fog horn.
Marcus was already at the window, peering through the curtains with the grim expression of someone who suspected their peaceful morning was about to become significantly less peaceful.
"We appear to have visitors," he announced dryly.
Samantha joined him at the window, squinting in the early morning light.
Their front lawn was currently occupied by what appeared to be the world's most dysfunctional supernatural delegation.
