Samantha woke to the sound of breaking glass and her mother's voice saying, very calmly, "Well. This is certainly... educational."
Her eyes snapped open. Through the bond, she felt her mates jolting awake simultaneously, their collective panic spiking so sharply it made her head spin.
"Mom?" Samantha's voice came out as a strangled squeak. She tried to sit up and immediately realized several things: one, she was thoroughly naked; two, she was tangled between three equally naked supernatural beings; and three, her mother and James were standing in the doorway of the bedroom, Linda holding a tray with what had been coffee mugs before she'd apparently dropped them in shock.
"We heard the commotion earlier," Linda continued in that same eerily calm voice that Samantha recognized from childhood as the precursor to either a lecture or hysterical laughter. "Thought we'd bring you breakfast. The nice witches downstairs said you'd had a 'difficult morning.'"
