He and Hadyn weren't really calm people. Not like Victor, whose Irish temper had calmed over the years Elisha had known him, and not like Zoe - who could, and had on occasion, freeze you with a look, but rarely was set off into a tantrum. They snarled and fought, though less so recently.

Maybe Elisha's own temper was cooling.

"It's a good wedding," he tells Victor, his lips quirking up. "I don't think most of the guests knew what they were getting into, putting you and Ben in the same room." In kilts. With whiskey. "But I did attend last night's sendoff, so I think I was prepared."