The smell of eggs and toast greeted me as I made my way into the kitchen, the morning light streaming through the windows. Renna was already at the table, setting out plates and cups of coffee, her expression unreadable as she moved around the room.
“Morning,” I said, trying to sound casual, though I knew today wasn’t going to be without questions.
“Morning, Grey,” she replied, her voice light, but there was an undertone of something I couldn’t quite place. She gestured to the chair across from her. “Come sit. We need to talk.”
I sat down, eyeing the breakfast she had prepared—eggs, toast, bacon—all neatly arranged on the table. Renna wasn’t one for small talk when she had something on her mind, and I had a feeling I knew what this was about.
She poured herself a cup of coffee and took
