*JONAS
When he got to the pack house, Kain was absent, but thankfully, he met Emma. She had been in the kitchen writing furiously into a ridiculously large binder that looked like it was more chaos than actual words. When he’d gotten over his flustering long enough to ask where Kain was, she had looked up and pinned him with a withering look.
“Those slackers!” She’d hissed out with far more venom than Jonas had been expecting and he had flinched before he could help himself, and Emma had carried on with her tirade. “Can you imagine Jonas, this feast was all your idea, and I’m the only one here trying my best to make sure we achieve what you had in mind, and to make sure this whole thing doesn’t blow up in our faces.”
Jonas had frowned, confused. Outside, Maxine paced impatiently. She ha
