Ronan POV
We were a miserable looking bunch, gathered tightly in my tiny office. I sat on my desk with my legs crossed, wiping my face with my hands. I was healed physically, but still didn’t feel 100% after that vampire cocktail had worked its way through my system. Xavier leaned against the corner of my desk, his eyes fixed pointedly and none-too-subtly on Marni, who stood toward the corner. Her fingers reflexively twisted the ends of her strawberry-blonde hair, her teeth clenched in anxiety. Next to her stood my mother, the dark rings under her eyes a tangible objection to her insistent protests that she was, in fact, fine. Aniyah sat in the only chair, polite confusion at the crowd gathered the only expression on her face.
“So, I called you all here because I believe we can all help
