*Lena*

Elaine took a few steps forward, her jaw flexing as she swallowed.

“Lena, you and I need to talk–”

“Obviously!” I nearly shouted, rounding the table.

I passed Alma, who was standing in the doorway to the kitchen with two plates of chocolate cake, looking more annoyed than confused.

Gideon rose to his feet, glancing at Xander before he motioned ...