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On Monday January 4th, at 12:01 AM, Red Fern was to host the party of the year. All the invitations had been sent to the rich and powerful of the Night People--the Council members, the First House of Shifters, the truly distinguished from the Final Battle. Final was, of course, very epic sounding, but the battle was hardly the end. It was only the beginning of the new world, and the alliance between Red Fern and Iliana, which also meant an alliance between vampires and witches and shapeshifters thanks to her ties, was vital.
And this was an anniversary meant to celebrate that treaty, tenuous as it was at some times.
Adil didn't really want to think about what sort of ridiculousness might happen this year. Some people really couldn't control themselves. But it was important that everyone be safe, and that was still a job often left to him. If nothing else, wards was one thing he did very well at.
Whatever bridge he may or may not be able to make between Iliana and Red Fern, he could at least set up protection for the party. The large ballroom for the event was mostly set in order, but each corner, each decoration, every boundary line had to be okayed by him.
There were worse jobs.
And this was an anniversary meant to celebrate that treaty, tenuous as it was at some times.
Adil didn't really want to think about what sort of ridiculousness might happen this year. Some people really couldn't control themselves. But it was important that everyone be safe, and that was still a job often left to him. If nothing else, wards was one thing he did very well at.
Whatever bridge he may or may not be able to make between Iliana and Red Fern, he could at least set up protection for the party. The large ballroom for the event was mostly set in order, but each corner, each decoration, every boundary line had to be okayed by him.
There were worse jobs.