Emory's POV.
I ask the group if we could move our conversation somewhere a little more private - mostly because of all the prying eyes and ears emerging from the pack house giving us curious glances and deliberately moving by as slow as possible in the hopes of perhaps catching a tit-bit of what we're saying. But I also know the emotional fall-out that might follow, and I would like to be able to allow that to happen away from the crowd.
Lucian is the first to respond.
"Sure. Why don't we all head into my office? It'll be a tight fit, but at least we'll have the place to ourselves."
I offer him a grateful smile. He answers with a soft smile of his own - my heart skips a beat. We walk over in silence - the mood heavy, weighted with unspoken questions and racing minds. After only a short
