Meanwhile in the kitchen, Mila was alone, trying to keep her hands busy and her mind away from the emotional chaos crossing the territory. The gentle steam rising from the kettle had a chamomile scent that had always calmed her, and she forced herself to breathe deep while arranging the tray with three delicate cups and the small ornate teapot she'd found in the upper cabinet. She wanted to offer something warm to her friends, but more than that, she wanted to offer something that gave her ...