The nursery looked like a war-zone: pillows were flung on the floor, imprisoned toys drooped from drawers, and footprints smudged the ceiling. The soldiers had collapsed from exhaustion on top a pile of stuffed animals. Luke lay on his back, one hand resting protectively on Witchkins sprawled across his chest, a stuffed frog dangling from her fingers. Cradled in the bend of Luke's arm was baby Serene, sucking her thumb. Despite the surrounding chaos, their faces were of cherubs.
Even Vivi had to smile, watching them. "I still don't like him."
"Shh, you'll wake the baby!" Kasey hissed.
"Which one?"