*Lena*
Xander and Henry had been talking, closed up in the bedroom, for more than two hours. I’d been kicked out of the cottage completely, made to sit on the porch like a child, twiddling my thumbs. It was Saturday, midday, and the rest of the workers were still enjoying their weekend in the village.
It was eerily quiet and dumping rain.
Henry pushed the door open and stepped out, not even looking in my direction as he walked down the steps and out into the downpour. I glared at him as I rose, crossing my arms over my chest as I watched him disappear around the corner of the cottage, walking toward his own with his medkit tucked under his arm.
I went inside, taking three long strides before reaching the bedroom door, and pushed it open.