{Lisa’s POV}

I stood in the wide hallway, chewing the inside of my cheek, pretending to debate whether I should head down to the kitchen or not.

The truth was, I had already figured out that none of us needed food right now. Damon had eaten before the drive. Ronan had poured himself that brandy earlier. I had picked at enough during the day. And the estate cooks were probably halfway through preparing a full spread for us already. To tell them to stop would be rude. To eat when we weren’t hungry would be wasteful. So I lingered, stuck in my own head.

‘Tsttt. What do you think lil...