Arielle’s POV
The dining room fell silent as soon as I walked in through the doors. I had wanted to come in as quietly as I could but given that they were all familiar with my scent, it was pointless. I could hear them arguing tersely as I made my way towards the dining room, the discussion was getting harsher and it was seeming like all hell would be let loose any moment from now.
My eyes landed on Loki’s as soon as I turned toward the table. He looked just the same way he was when I left but instead of looking at me with hatred in his eyes, it was one of caution and a hint of relief. I didn’t want to make things up but I couldn’t help but think he felt somewhat glad to see me.
I broke off the intense stare-off I was having with him and looked at Jonathan and Elijah, they both mirror
