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The food was gorgeous, but Devon knew that when the meal was over and the somber mood encroached, that business was next on the agenda. This wasn’t going to be a typical night on the island. For one thing, Bess didn’t have any help when it came to gathering the dirty plates. Piling them up, she was alone in taking them to the kitchen.
The three couples and her brother sat around the dinner table saying nothing. So many developments had occurred that she didn’t know where they’d start. Everything had gone to plan so far, but that didn’t mean they were out of danger. The Kindred were always in danger.
But she felt better being here because she was safer on the island, in this house that had once been her prison and was now her home. Even in spite of bringing Grant McCor
