"Oh, crap," Verity groaned, putting a hand over her face. "I should have expected this. I should have known, and spent the night at Sarah's or something as soon as they told me what day it was."

Not that she didn't like kissing Liam. Quite the opposite. But she generally preferred doing it because they wanted to, not because the mice had decreed they should.

"This is really, really weird, but it's the Holy Feast, and it's just not going to stop until I do this, okay?" Liam was still looking at her like she'd just kicked his puppy and she hated it. "Oh, to hell with explaining.” Stepping into his personal space, Verity leaned up, and kissed him, hard, right there in the hallway.

Which still had less of an audience than her living room.