Genesis POV

I stepped down the stone steps, thermos in one hand, the other resting lightly on my stomach out of habit now. Damon was already at the car, holding the back door open, his face as unreadable as ever. Revelation lingered a few steps behind me, quiet for once, probably still processing the kitchen conversation.

I was almost at the car when my name cut through the air.

“Genesis.”

I turned.

Veronica was striding toward me, fast, purposeful, heels clicking sharply. It surprised me. She’d barely looked at me since the shooting, let alone spoken to me without venom. Her eyes flicked from my face to the lunch bag...