CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
We ventured downstairs long before that hour but still found ourselves the last to arrive at the table. I was surprised to see not only Morrigan but Quinn and Conor seated with the others. Quinn sat opposite the senator with Conor on her right. They tried hard not to stare at us as we passed but I could sense the tension coming off of them in waves. If they could have jumped us then they would have, but right then it was all about optics.
We took our seats and I noticed our host was a little pale. He held his glass of early-morning wine with a hand that had a slight shake to it. “Good morning,” he greeted us with a tense smile. “I trust you slept well.”
“You’ve provided comfortable enough sheets for anyone to sleep well,” Tegan assured him.
“I am surprised to he
