Marybeth
I hated grocery shopping. Not because of the shopping itself. Because these days it reminded me how normal people lived. Normal people worried about milk. Eggs. Bread. Whether they remembered to buy enough coffee.
They didn't spend half their lives dealing with border attacks, suspicious scents, and pack politics. Unfortunately, Eli had discovered a sudden passion for breakfast cereal. Which meant I was currently pushing a shopping cart through the crowded aisles of the town grocery store.
Alone. A dangerous situation. Because when left alone, I tended to think. And lately, my thoughts had become increasingly irritating. Daniel. Rowan. Eli. Seraphina. The scent. The past couple of days, my thoughts always turned to the strange new scent.
I grabbed a box from the shelf and t
