Katrina
Jude led us to a room that was new to me. I how little I'd seen of the packhouse. It was a smaller living room that felt more i,ntimate, as the kitchen we ate in did. I figured this must be a place just for them.
Jude poured a few glasses for us as we got comfortable. Leo sat next to me, placing a possessive hand on my thigh. I internally rolled my eyes and Maya scowled and plopped onto the adjacent couch, leaning over the armrest so she was as close to me as Leo was.
Once Jude was done he sat near Maya his eyes shifting everywhere.
“Welcome,” Leo said, but his tone was chilly.
“I’m okay, I promise,” I reminded my best friend.
Her lips thinned and her expression was that of pure rage. I had seen it a few times, and sometimes she managed to hide it, but I thought it migh
