Aidan regards us, unconcerned, as we approach, but the rest of the group falls quiet. “We should be on our way,” Adam breaks the silence and the Ordinary scatter, dousing the fire and packing up. The Legion remains seated, they do not take their orders from Vincent and I try to hide my smile. “Be ready in thirty minutes,” I instruct, and they take their leave, Morgan more leisurely than the others. “We kept you some food,” David hands me a small package wrapped in paper and I thank him. “Rebecca, before we depart, I think we need to resolve some things,” Adam clears his throat and calls Aidan back to the smoking embers of the fire. “I’ll meet you at the car,” Reed nods his approval and saunters off and I sit back down on the fallen log, steeling myself for whatever is coming. I cross my arms over my chest and wait. Once Aidan and Adam are seated, I do not delay the inevitable.
