"How hard what was?" I asked.
"Watching you sleep," he said. "Knowing you were hurt and there was nothing we could do. I spent three days thinking about all the things I wanted to say to you. All the things I wanted to do to you."
I felt a flush creep up my neck. Across the table, Killian’s eyes started to glow a faint amber. Silas stopped eating, his hand resting heavy on my thigh.
"We missed you," Silas whispered.
Under the long white tablecloth, I felt Alaric’s hand move. He rested it on my knee at first, but then his fingers started to slide upward. I caught my breath, my fork pausing halfway to my mouth.
"Alaric," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.
"Just eat, Elena," Alaric said. His face was perfectly calm, as if he were just having a regular conversation. He took another s
