Between Lucifer, Fanny, Klaus and his family, and the quickly upcoming season of everything he despised, Jack had become more of a brooding sort than the quiet, mysterious man with violence barely under his skin. He had let Mac run free for a few days following the fight with his sire. He did not want her in the house. He did not particularly want anyone in the house, even when Mac came back.
Moving quieter than even the wolf might hear, he stood at the doorway watching her play and sing to herself. Black locks cascading over his face as his head rested against the door frame. He uncrossed his arms and moved beside her, sitting on the corner of the piano bench, not caring how she would react to it, and added his own music to the tune she was playing.
Dark eyes focused on the keys, leaving out things he might have played to mix better with what she had done. He did not say a word.