I had to give the chefs credit—and sent my compliments back. I’d had my own chocolate stash once upon a time, but I still hadn’t realized how diverse chocolate could be in the hands of a talented person. There was chocolate soup, chocolate foam, drinking chocolate, smoked chocolate. Chocolate with pistachio cream, chocolate with Scotch bonnet peppers, chocolate with bacon (a personal favorite), raspberries injected with chocolate, and a dozen more.

Somewhere near the bottom of the fifth inning, I decided even my immortal body couldn’t hold any more. I spent a few minutes chatting with the guests and watching Mallory. The worry I’d seen earlier hadn’t dissipated. Either they hadn’t managed to work out the kinks in tonight’s plan, or something else was bothering her.

I didn’t like thinking about what might be worrying my oldest friend and talented sorceress—and the woman who’d outmagicked Sorcha Reed. But I also knew that she probably wanted the break and release of a party as much as the rest of us. So I decided I’d bide my time—and interrogate her later.

The hostess returned with a large silver tray of mints, fruit, and cheese.

“Please, sir,” I said, hand over my stomach, “I do not want some more.”

“With you,” Mallory said, waving off the tray when it was offered to her. “That mousse-cake square did me in.”

“It wasn’t the half dozen before it?” Margot asked dryly, chocolate hangover clear on her face.

“I didn’t eat six mousse-cake squares.”

“I think you had eight,” Lindsey said, licking chocolate off her thumb.

Mallory looked a little horrified, and a little nauseous.

“It’s all good,” I said, patting Mallory’s hand. “Special occasion.”

“Says you. I can actually gain weight, vampire girl. Still, though . . .” This time, when she looked at the empty plates in front of most of the women at the table, there was pride in her eyes. “We did damn good work here tonight.”

“To us,” Margot said, and lifted her glass. “And to Merit, and Darth Sullivan.”

“Hear, hear!” Mallory said. And then she burped. Which seemed appropriate.

• • •

Still a little chocolate drunk, we were whisked back into the limo and shuttled to our next stop, which I hoped was a place for quiet contemplation of my bellyful of seventy-five-percent bittersweet.

“My turn!” Lindsey said. “And be warned—I am hopped up on sugar and chocolate.”

“Oh good,” I said. “Because you’re usually so quiet and reserved.”

That got the chuckle it deserved.

“What’s next?” I asked.

“We’re going to do the party a little more Cadogan style,” she said.

By Cadogan style, she’d meant at Temple Bar, Cadogan’s official watering hole. It was located in Wrigleyville, a neighborhood north of the Gold Coast and also home, as the name hinted, to Wrigley Field.

We pulled up in front, Sean holding open the door and his brother and fellow Irishman, Colin, ringing the brass bell behind the bar.

;  “Hey, Char,” I said, squeezing her back. “How’s my favorite niece?”

“Being quite the two-and-a-half-year-old, Olivia believes she is a debutante and is very disappointed she can’t go to her aunt Merit’s party tonight. But she is very excited about being a flower girl. And she’s been practicing.”

“Oh my God, I bet that’s adorable.”

Charlotte put a hand on her heart. “Granted, she’s my kid, but yes. It is quite possibly the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m sure she’ll toss those petals with aplomb.”

Charlotte nodded. “If she remembers to toss them, yes. So far, it’s been more of a petal-free sashay.”

Sounded entertaining either way.

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