The next morning, everyone gathered in the drawing room. Kael had finally emerged from his room, fresh and dressed, but the exhaustion in his eyes told he hadn't slept at all.
Glancing at Lucian and Jason, I could tell they, too, had not slept a wink.
Jason and Lucian busied themselves preparing breakfast, Rafe opened packs of blood to start his day, and I was instructing the workers to finish the leftover work in the side house as quickly as possible.
Still, being here together—with Eira included—felt infinitely better than being separated from my brothers in the side house.
Eira remained in her usual spot with her pets, the corner by the window that she had claimed as her own.
We had breakfast together, though Eira didn't join us at the dining table. She preferred the floor, in her quiet corner, and I knew well enough if I told her no food unless she joins at the table, she would have chosen to starve herself.
