Page 37 of My Haven
“My thanks,” Kendrick said, lifting his wine glass to him.
“Low sugar?” Meryn looked at Kendrick with distrust on her face.
“It’s still a creation from Peter,” he said.
“True,” she said, then perked up at the idea of new snacks.
Pip turned to Meryn. “So, it’s lying, but not lying?”
“Yup. Depending on how you view the answer to be,” she explained.
Kendrick eyed Meryn. “Are you planning on killing the Witches’ Council?”
“Of course not," she replied, taking another bite. When she turned red, she gave Kendrick a flat stare. “Jerk.”
His father dropped his fork. “Meryn, darling, you can’t.”
“Don’t worry Uncle Marsh, I won’t do anything they don’t deserve,” she said, taking another bite of steak. She stayed glowing a soft white.
Mikel shook his head and dispelled the white aura.
His father groaned and his mother laughed, then leaned in. “Let’s try for another daughter, one like Meryn,” she teased.
Marshall looked up. “The world would be blessed with another child like Meryn in it.”
Meryn looked surprised. “Really?”
Caiden nodded. “You see things so differently. When you share glimpses of how the world is to you, you expand the world of those around you. That is a blessing.”
Meryn scrubbed at her eyes and took another bite of steak. “If I share more glimpses, can I get steak every day?”
Caiden shook his head. “No, but how about I try impressing you every day at dinner and see if you find new favorites.”
“Deal,” she agreed.
Caiden thought of her plans for the following day. “Meryn, what’s our timeline for tomorrow?”
Meryn set her fork down. “Our day is free until around five-pm. That’s when the guys will start showing up to bring the food in and set the tables and stuff.”
Pip tugged on her sleeve. “Did they find one?”
She nodded. “The found one in your size, Leon is bringing it for you.”
Zev looked to the small vampire. “Find what?”
Meryn smiled warmly at Pip. “He wanted to be the maître d’, so we found him a tux.”
Caiden couldn’t help but grin happily. “And you really think she’ll be there?”
“She better be, I sent her an invite,” Meryn said.
“Really?”
“Why leave it to chance? I even whipped up a fancy digital one and splashed ‘VIP’ on it.”
“We’re going to be waiters,” Nigel said, pointing to him and Neil.
“Will that be enough?” he asked.
