I followed Cole down the stairs, fixing my dress and my hair as we went. A staticky feeling buzzed under my skin. Cole walked ahead in his heavy, deliberate way that made me jealous. I could feel the shadow of his touch all over me, a secret heat with the echo of his lips.
The living room area was empty as we passed through and I wondered if everyone had gone home for the night. Cole showed me through a corridor that led to another large room. The room was loud with chatter that I could hear before we passed the threshold and once we entered, I saw a long solid wooden table that held the majority of the crowd from earlier.
Around twenty people packed around the table in chairs that looked handmade with delicate carvings and twisted supports. The table had marble-looking tiles built into
