#Chapter51
Changing Times
I sit close to it on one of the armchairs, not really cold, but watching flames has always brought me a sense of calm and reminded me of another time and place when my mother would brush my hair by ours. A time when I had no cares in the world, when I was secure and loved, nestling in the lap of my family. I try not to dwell on it and stare into the depths, emptying my mind.
/"Drink?/" Matteo pulls my attention to him, now at the dark wood and glass bar and I shake my head. The last thing I need is to dull my senses and get drunk with a guy, or pack, that I don't know and have every reason to treat me cruelly. I'm already nervous about them arriving and I can't relax, even if he does seem more tolerant of me than most of this pack.
You okay?
