Laura sat on her makeshift bed staring at her hands while Lucian's words from earlier kept playing in her head on repeat like she couldn't make them stop.

We all need to talk.

She knew what that meant, they were going to lecture her about being reckless, about sleeping with whoever she wanted, about making choices they didn't approve of, but it was her choice wasn't it, her life and her heart and her body to do with as she pleased.

A knock on her tent made her look up.

"Come in," she called out.

Dante pushed through the flap already dressed for hunting, and his red eyes were still...