Elena’s POV

After the feast, I helped to clean up the tables and left before anyone could indirectly drag me back into their conversations. Matthews kept silently watching me, and as much as I didn’t have a problem with it, I was getting this weird feeling in my stomach each time I caught him staring.

“Elena, why don’t you make us a cup of your famous tea? It will definitely go well with the feast we just had,” Elder Scarlett said, rubbing her palms together as Elder Hayes caressed ...