Breakfast could have been more awkward. Maybe.
It started with me saying, "Sorry, we're late for breakfast!" as Drew and I hustled into the room, having gotten dressed in a hurry and run downstairs, following our noses through the big house's living and dining rooms and a couple of hallways.
I gave the group in the kitchen the brightest smile I could manage and hoped they didn't notice the hickeys on my neck or the way Drew and I looked like we'd just fucked in the shower.
That hope died when Landon got up from his seat next to LucLucian and peered at my neck, saying, "You should probably buy a scarf. We left you some eggs."
Jace and Lirien were also at the big scarred wooden table that dominated the kitchen, their plates already empty. Introductions went smoothly enough, Landon gave us the eggs, and then no one seemed to know quite what to say.
"What are your plans, exactly?" Jace asked after half of our food had disappeared.
