“SOUNDS GOOD,” CAME Daniel’s voice, as I passed back through the foyer with the retrieved flask in hand.
I turned the corner, to find him standing beside Josh, the two of them so similar in appearance—both with wide smiles.
Even Sean wore a grin.
Handle hooked over my finger, I strode across the room to Marianne. “Your flask.”
“Thanks, Jem.”
When her fingers folded around the cylinder, she gave a slight tug—one that may well have hurt a weaker person.
A low warning growl left my throat before I could stop it, but I reined it in lest Marianne heard.
The tilting heads of the boys told me it hadn’t gone undetected by them, though—as did the disappointment flashing within Josh’s eyes—and I streaked back to the kitchen.
Tuning out the conversation in the other room didn’t come easy, eve
