Any hopes she’d had of Lucas abandoning the topic disappeared when he sipped some wine, and said, “It just seems a little strange to an outsider, is all. Angela mentioned once that you’d been an elder for almost ten years. What, were you still in college when they asked you?”
She allowed herself a small, if albeit bitter, smile. “Hardly. I was twenty-seven.”
His eyebrows went up at that. “So you weren’t really an elder in any sense of the word.”
“That’s not how it works, Lucas.” Really, she shouldn’t be discussing her clan’s inner workings with a Wilcox, no matter what Angela might say about putting the past aside and working together for a better future for both families. But he kept gazing at her, clearly expecting her to answer, and she found herself saying, “It’s not about age. Not
