"You have us," I said. I looked into her eyes, and for a second, I felt the grief bubbling up. I had to look away before she saw it. "But you're getting the food too. Sit down and eat."
The meal was over the top. There were tiny pancakes with fruit, expensive eggs, fresh juices, and things I couldn't even name. Silas kept piling food onto her plate, and Killian kept making sure her glass was full. They were trying so hard to make her happy, and it was working. She was laughing and talking, looking better than she had in days.
But every time she laughed, I felt a sting in my heart. I kept thinking about how she would feel if she knew the truth.
After the food was cleared away, the chef and his staff left. Elena was sitting on the furs Killian had brought, leaning back against the sofa. S
