Mish's POV
Jiren refuses to tell me anything, leaving with some lame excuse of getting back to his rooms before Winter throws out his marvel collectibles.
Wes sleeps well into the afternoon, only waking to eat and drink before passing out again, this time with his arm wrapped tightly around my waist.
As dinner time approaches, I hear a light tap on the door before a housemaid opens it and Luna walks in with two plates in her hands.
I tense, but she doesn't offer our intertwined forms more than a glance as she places the plates on the coffee table.
Luna then sits on the couch, first asking how he is before getting into the specifics of tomorrow.
Wes begins to stir somewhere between what the band will need and making sure Alpha Keneath switches from vodka to water at just the right poi
