By the time a week had passed, I was finally starting to feel like a person again. The bruises on my face had turned a light yellow, and I could breathe without my ribs sending a sharp pinch through my side. The best part, however, was that I was finally allowed to leave the bedroom without three men acting like I was made of thin glass.
I was sitting at the small table in the kitchen, enjoying a piece of toast, when the triplets walked in. They were all dressed in casual sweaters and jeans, but they had that look on their faces—the one that meant they had been planning something behind my back.
"Good morning, Elena," Alaric said. He walked over and kissed the top of my head. "You look like you slept well."
"I did," I said, looking at the three of them. "What’s going on? Why are you all
