Winter
“So, when are either of you going to tell me why I’m really here?”
Ember coughed, choking a bit on whatever she was eating. Damian though, looked like he was trying to hold back a smile. He patted his mate on the back, but it was half-assed as she grabbed the glass of wine and took a sip.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh please. You didn’t just call me all the way from school to teach a high school Latin class for the year.”
They were quiet for a moment before Ember spoke, twirling the liquid in her glass as she did. “I just think…maybe…your mate might be here. Since you are from here. You never know.”