#Chapter68
The others are up on deck, lazing around and eating a cold buffet that has been set out on a long, low table by the loungers; it looks awesome and my stomach rumbles, despite the anxious tension between Jake and me. It’s a welcome distraction and I head straight for it to pile myself a plate, deliberately ignoring him behind me.
/"Oh, the love birds have returned./" Leila squeals and almost throws herself into my arms for a hug. I cast her a warning look, but she doesn’t seem to notice.
