Elijah was intimidating and cold, and she didn’t know how to approach him on the best of days, let alone a day when he was tense and glaring holes through everyone. And Gabriel was no easier, being so particular about hygiene and personal space. She was almost trembling with nerves as she hesitantly moved her hands from her own legs to theirs. It was awkward and clumsy, but at least they had stopped snapping at each other. Elijah grabbed her hand, drawing it over his lap and lacing his fingers with hers. “Smart girl,” he muttered,
