The dress was waiting for me on the bed. It was deep forest green and far more expensive than anything I had ever owned. There was no note, but I knew Silas had picked it out. He was the one who cared about my looks more. I put it on because I didn't want another fight about clothes. I was tired of fighting over the small things.
When I walked into the dining room, the air was so thick I could almost taste the tension. The table was long, set with silver and crystal that caught the light of the fire. Alaric sat at the head, Silas was to his right, and Killian was slumped in a chair opposite him.
They all looked up as I entered. For a second, no one spoke. The three-way bond hummed in the back of my skull, that made my skin itch.
"Sit, Elena," Alaric said, gesturing to the chair at the o
