Damon and Elana finally settled back into their chairs, the weight of their warning hanging heavy over the table. The dining hall remained unnervingly quiet; no one spoke a word as they forced themselves to eat.
Leela stared blankly at her plate, pushing her food around in aimless circles. A bitter lump formed in her throat. She had just found a home—a place where people actually seemed glad she was around, where she finally felt safe. And in return, she had lit a blinding, magical beacon that was about to lead very dangerous people right to their front door.
"I didn't mean to," she whispered, leaning closer to Finnegan so only he could hear. "I'm so sorry to have brought this all on you and your family."
Finnegan immediately stopped eating. He turned to her, his amber eyes softening as
