Kaine offered me a nod, though not a single word left his lips. He barely even looked in my direction for a second longer, immediately turning to look straight ahead at Blaise instead.
"Have a seat, Harper," Damon instructed, gesturing to the chair on the other end of the table.
I gulped, nodding as I carefully pulled out the chair and sat down. The four men barely paid me any attention after that, fully immersed in their discussion.
Elijah began to recount the events, from when he had received the suspicious reports all the way to when he had picked up the scent of blood when he was offering me a tour of Fangborne. Eventually, when he got to describing the state of Charles's house, I had my head tilted down, my gaze fixated on the hems of my shirt.
