Amelia's p.o.v

I was carefully putting the cooked dishes on the kitchen table while glancing at the room's entrance here and there.

After an hour of debating where we should eat, I chose the kitchen. It was far away from the entrance door of the pack house and further away from the living room and dining hall.

Ian had two different sides, or was it characters. He was so cold a second then kind the next.

Him saying that we should eat supper together wasn't supposed to make me feel ...