Morgan's POV

The next morning, I woke up still thinking about Lola. About her lips. About the way she'd kissed me back.

I got dressed and headed downstairs. My mother was already in the dining room, drinking coffee. She looked up when I walked in.

"Morgan, sit down," she said. "The elders want to see you."

I sat. "When?"

"Now. They're waiting in the meeting room."

I didn't argue. I just stood up and followed her.

The elders were seated around a long table when I entered. Five of them. All old ...