MALE LAUGHTER GREETED me when I slowly descended the stairs the next morning. I found Kerr and Iian in the living room, and they quieted when I made an appearance. I stood awkwardly at the foot of the stairs, feeling out of place and unsure of what to do around these two who rarely spoke to me.
Kerr’s gaze swept over me. “You look much improved.”
“Thanks. I feel a lot better.” I’d looked a fright last night, but a few hours of sleep and a hot shower had done wonders. I’d even managed to braid my unruly hair without much difficulty. My body still ached and I had quite the shiner, but I no longer looked like the lone survivor of a horror movie.
Iian got up and went to the kitchen. He set a plate of pastries and a large coffee on the island and waved me over. “Lukas said you would be hu
