Mira’s kitchen at noon.
All four of them are already here when I arrive. Roman standing at the window with his back to the room, which is how he positions himself when he’s so deep in his thoughts and doesn’t want interruptions. Elias at the table with his laptop open and three printed documents beside it and his glasses on, which means he’s been working since I called Damon and hasn’t stopped. Damon on the far side of the table with his hands flat on the surface and his amber eyes monitoring me the second I come through the door. Caden by the door to the hallway, arms crossed, still as a statue.
Mira is not in the kitchen. She read the room when the first wolf arrived and took herself to the front room without being asked, which I’ve been noting as evidence that she understands more abo
