The transition was jarring. They moved from the crisp mountain air into a space that smelled of pine and roasting meat. The foyer was large with a vaulted ceiling and a chandelier made of antlers that—thankfully—stayed lit.
"Fennigan," Elana commanded, snapping into logistics mode. "Take her things up to the guest quarters in the Alpha wing."
"Get her settled, let her wash up if she wants, and then bring her right back down here." She shot him a look. "Now go get her things and carry them for her."
"Yes, ma'am." Finnegan reached for Leela's duffel bag.
"I got it," Leela said quickly, pulling the strap tighter on her shoulder. "There's no need. Really."
"Leela," Elana said, her voice dry. "We have staff, but since we're keeping this in the family for tonight, Finnegan can carry your ba
