When I woke up on Friday morning, my mates were already dressed, and sitting on the sofas in front of Toby's fireplace, talking silently through the link.
''Morning.'' I sat up, rubbing my eyes, ''You're all up early. I thought you'd want to sleep in after all that training.''
''Sweetheart, why don't you shower, and we'll talk once you're dressed.'' Danny told me.
I frowned in confusion, ''Is something wrong? Has Emory done something?''
''No, baby, not that we know,'' Chris smiled at me, ''Please get ready, we really do have to talk.''
''Okay,'' I climbed out of bed, and pulled on my robe, ''But you're freaking me out. Is Emmet okay? Was he hurt on patrol?''
''He's fine,'' Toby told me. ''Just go shower, we'll talk after.''
I frowned at them suspiciously, and left Toby's room, to qu
