“We thought you would be on your way, soon,” Aurora began, once more gesturing to the couches and table. “So we decided to all meet in the same place. Makes it easier to share delicate information, yes?”
Aiden stepped forward to speak, but I stepped straight past him, dropping onto the couch beside Dia while taking my cup in hand. A stream of hot liquid came twisting out from the kettle on the stove, tumbling through the air before settling gently into my cup. I gestured to the boys, they exchanged looks. But, with a sigh, Aiden gave in first and followed my lead.
“I’ll stand, thanks,” Clyde growled, stubbornly leaning against the door’s frame.
We sat in silence for a moment, my icy glare fixated on Dia. Out of everyone here, she was the one who had all the answers last time. And she
