Satisfied at having said my piece—and my thoughts being surprisingly well received, at that—I stretched and scanned the rest of the room.
Some of the chefs must have decided that the best way to keep calm was to keep busy, apparently, because the smells of meat cooking came from the kitchen, and I could hear the chatter of busy people. Sergei had shifted back to skin and procured himself a pair of sweatpants as he circulated the room checking on people.
I didn’t want to bother Kane, but Sergei had been with them. He could give me a status update on everyone else.
As I pushed off the couch, Olivia stepped up to my side. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Just going to ask Sergei for an update.”
“Good idea.” She cast a glance at Bri and bit her lip.
“Stay here—it’ll make you feel better to kee
