WHERE LIGHT MEETS DARK
"You do remember that we were traumatized women last week, don't you?"
"Yes," Helena said. "That is why I'm operating on joy. In the form of a giggling, drooling, fat Carlston baby."
Vandaulf covered his eyes. "I need stronger coffee.".
Oh, stop sulking," Brenna teased. "You're glowing. Both of you. You look like two honeymooners crazily in love and completely spent."
"We are," Lily admitted. "In both ways."
Helena leaned in at them suspiciously. "Spent, ah? Must've had an exhausting honeymoon."