I caught Trill before she could crumple, tears pouring down her face.
"This is all my fault," she said.
I wasn't about to argue with her, but I kept my mouth shut considering the timing.
Demetrius was at the door, unsealing it, amber eyes fixed on me. "Come," he said. "Time to fix me."
No argument from me. Except we were still shy one of our number.
"I can't just leave Owen." Trill tried to pull away from me, ending up in Charlotte's reach.
From the expression on her face, the weregirl didn't care a scrap what Trill wanted and I couldn't bring myself to blame her. Charlotte had just endured a very bad day and the wolf in her seemed ready to act on her own whether we were part of her exit or not.
"We're leaving." Charlotte's hand clamped down on Trill's arm. "Now."
The girl dug in, tears turning to fury. "I need to know Nona's not here," she snapped. "You could be lying so we'll leave. Your loyalty isn't exactly a big secret or anything."