Enel wrapped his hands around his cup of cocoa, relishing the warmth bleeding through to his fingers. The fire crackled in the fireplace in front of him, giving Marcus' living room an air of comfort and laziness. He leaned back against the coffee table and breathed deep. Chocolate from his mug mixed with the earthy aroma of woodsmoke. Nearly perfection.
It just needs peppermint, he thought.
Idony and Marcus sat on either side of him, both in armchairs facing the fire. Idony held her hot chocolate close, letting the heat drift up to her face. She closed her eyes as Marcus read aloud the last sentences of his book.
"'May that be truly said o