I glare at Luka over my water glass, and I can see in the flicker of pain across his face that heunderstands me. He leans forward, his green eyes shining and serious.
“You can take care of yourself?” he hisses, sitting back in his seat and looking around the room.“How is that going for you?”
The rest of dinner is uncomfortably silent, broken only by the sound of silverware clinking against ourdinner plates.
he man hosting the event, Edgar, ushers everyone from the dining room to a large ballroom atthe back of the inn.
The walls are high and painted a pale gold color. Large chandeliers hang from three points along theroom, and there are stained glass windows along the back wall. If I wasn’t being held prisoner, I’dthink it was a beautiful place for
