Elena.

I narrowed my eyes at Killian's gloomy living room, taking in the dark wood furniture and the unlit fireplace. He looked like the Grinch living in a colorless pit of hell.

I had been standing there for a few seconds, but the longer I looked around, the more convinced I became that there wasn't a single sign of Christmas anywhere near.

No lights. No wreaths. No little decorations on the tables. Even the fireplace was left totally empty.

"What is your deal?" I demanded, crossing my arms as I glared at Killian.

He was staring at the same space I was, but with a blank look. That expression shifted...