She gave Victor a gracious smile as she sat down. She felt like pacing, but that might make her tired. It seemed every holiday season something happened. It made her stressed and anxious, even when she tried to curb it for the baby's sake.
Theseus just looked pale. He was never good at dealing with worry. "I called my grandfather," Kat offered. "He can call Hecate. She's good at finding people." She gave Victor a pleading look, "Maybe Michael too?"
Theseus ran his hands through his hair, pacing a bit. "This is all sorts of fucked up," he said. "I need a smoke." He looked at Victor. "Let me help?"