I let her lead me, grateful for her hand in mine, for the way she positioned herself slightly in front of me like a bodyguard. Behind us, I could hear the others following.
The moment we were through the door to Ronan's house, Dante made a beeline for the kitchen. I heard the sound of the refrigerator opening, followed by the distinctive pop and hiss of a beer bottle being opened.
"Anyone else want one?" he called out, his voice artificially cheerful.
We all stared at him like he'd lost his mind. Here we were, dealing with death and grief and impending rescue missions, and he was offering beer like we were at a casual house party.
The silence stretched awkwardly as we all took seats around the living room. Freya immediately curled up next to me on the couch, her presence warm and comforting against my side.
"So you guys are really going to get Lucian tomorrow? I overheard haha. My bad," she asked, breaking the silence. Her voice was small, worried.
