Luc stood in the hallway, his usual swagger subdued. Restless energy buzzed and crackled. Eli took a step back, irritated by the intensity. “What’s going on?” he asked.
Luc followed him inside. “Sorry about the early hour. Tristan has called a meeting at the ungodly hour of 8 a.m.”
Eli pushed the door closed and shook his head. “I haven’t been to a meeting in months. You know that.”
“Yeah, you needed a break from it all. I get it. But this is an emergency meet. Tristan requested everyone’s presence. All kinds of chaos.”
“What are you talking about?”
“That coffee smells freakin’ heavenly. Seriously, my mouth is watering.”
Eli waved toward the kitchen, which was an open section to the left of the living room. “Help yourself.”
“The call woke me up an hour ago, and you know how I feel about mornings. I’d only been in bed a couple hours. Well, I’d only been sleeping a couple hours.” Luc grinned as he snatched a mug from the cupboard. “I’d been in bed most of the night.”
Eli ran a hand through his hair and groaned. “Luc. Your energy is sizzling.”
“Oh. Right. Sorry ’bout that.” Luc added two spoonfuls of sugar to his coffee, took a long drink, and gave a contented sigh. “Much better. I don’t know details. Tristan sent you a text that you probably didn’t read. Same one we all got. Then he called me, asked if I’d swing by and convince you to come.”
“Why?”
Luc shrugged. “I don’t know, dude. He wouldn’t say anything on the phone. You know how Tristan is about keeping council business behind closed doors. All I know is something serious went down and Tristan is freaked.”
“What could have him so worked up?”
Luc lifted an eyebrow. “You seriously asking that?”
“Right,” Eli muttered. “Something to do with dark powers.”
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