38. Is It Wise to Runaway?

I rested my chin on the table and watched Aunt Disa and the maids in the kitchen, cooking and laughing together. They looked so happy and peaceful; I wished I could feel the same way. Just like back in the Davenport pack, everything felt comfortable and carefree.

But I wasn't fortunate enough to enjoy that kind of simple life.

My mind was in complete chaos, replaying the past few days' events. I couldn't even bring myself to talk to Vincent because of my guilt.

Let alone face Elijah; I was too scared to even catch a glimpse of him from a distance. I avoided him altogether.

My eyes met Aunt Disa's across the room.

"Deli? What's wrong?" Aunt Disa noticed my somber expression.

I tried to hide it, but it seemed impossible since I'm a terrible liar.

I shook my head quickly. "Nothing."

Aunt Disa returned the salad spoon to the bowl and wiped her hands. She walked over and sat down next to me.

"You wouldn't look like this if it was nothing," she said. "Come on, tell me. Don't keep your feel