<i>"I had no idea I had guests, maybe I'd be more accomodating if I knew you were coming. Don't you all have your secret meeting?"</i>The words carried less bite than he expected. Lyfe was comparing the girl he'd encountered ten years ago with the woman standing before him and he found himself no less intrigued with her; even though they were no longer fumbling youths who couldn't keep their hands off each other. He watched her with a hawk's vigilance as she offered him a snort--and another wry reply<i>."No need to offer when some are bold enough to take mine, clearly." </i><br/><br/>He had more to say; an infinitesimal amount of questions for the woman in front of him; why she had disappeared without a word--if she ever thought of him still- if she had a shit load of pain killers stored somewhere because his leg was killing him, but he didn't get the chance to ask. Her coven leader called her, and with some obvious reluctance, Raelyn made herself respond to the summons. She swept out of the room--taking the glass with her, but leaving the bottle. His eyes were drawn to the sway of her hips as she left the room; noting that her figure had only grown more alluring with time. And the supple curve of her ass was fuller than before. "I am so fucked." He commented idly as she disappeared from view once more.<br/><br/>She may have forgotten the way she felt about him; but he couldn't claim the same.<br/><br/>Disgruntled, he palmed the whiskey she left behind and took quick gulp--drinking directly from the bottle.<br/><br/>In the living room, Roderic was nodding leisurely, trying desperately not to seem overeager at the prospect of a good bed and warm food. His pack needed time to recover from their injuries and the long trek to get here. "Thank you for taking us in. We'll try not to be a burden. And pull our weight around here until we're able to regroup." He told Grace; while running his hand through his unruly head of hair. He looked far older than 30 at that moment. Tragedy had worn him down the most, because as the Alpha it was his job to protect the pack and he'd failed.<br/><br/>All eyes traveled to Raelyn as she returned to the room; carrying a tumbler in one hand.<br/><br/>It was hard not to stare at her. At the vast expanse of skin that was visible beneath her lingerie.<br/><br/>If she wasn't a witch, Roderic could label her attractive--as it was her beauty only counted as a lovely masquerade for him. He didn't mind looking at her, but he didn't trust what was underneath. "Corey--You'll room with me." He told the boy in a firm voice, startling him from his daze. The kid was still shaken from what happened--more than the others. It would take a long time before he bounced back.<br/><br/>Corey's nose wrinkled at the prospect but he nodded resignedly. "I guess," He groused. shrinking into himself with a sigh and tuning the rest of the adults out. Daya stood up, dragging the boy with her.<br/><br/>"Are the rooms over there?" She nodded towards the winding stairwell. "The kid needs his rest." They waited for some direction before Daya led the youth away. Presumably to a spare bedroom to sleep off the trials of the last few days. With his parents gone, the she-wolf had fallen into a maternal role instinctively; hovering over Corey like he was her own. Roderic couldn't describe how much he appreciated her at that moment. Raelyn had disappeared back into the kitchen leaving him alone with the Grace for the time being. He let a comfortable silence fall over them, leaning back in his arm chair with a heavy sigh. Exhaling all of the built up frustration his body had been carrying around.<br/><br/>In the kitchen; Lyfe found himself dealing with his frustration in a different way. Letting the alcohol burn a trail down his throat, as he took casual sips every so often. He paused when Raelyn returned--eyes skirting to her, with slight yearning before he made himself look away. Being around her was much more difficult than he thought it would be.<i>"So, what's with the limp? You tried to mount something that bit back?" </i>Her words made him snort this time, and he sent her a bemused look. Immensely entertained by her constant sass.<br/><br/>"Hardly. I tackled some vampires; one of them tried to snap my leg in half while we were on the ground. I'm pretty sure they fractured the bone." He shrugged nonchalantly, watching her flit around the kitchen with a gaze that was far too intense to be friendly. His thoughts were jumbled from alcohol; and exhaustion. When she asked him to grab something from the cabinet beside her; he wanted to deny her because moving was a painful process, but he found himself getting up anyways. He sidled behind her, fingers ghosting across her hip to move her to the side so he could reach the plates she was asking for. "You want me to set the table? Or are we gonna wait for you to hit your growth spurt for that one too?" He drawled--standing close enough to her that she could feel the heat wafting off him. He was wearing the same tattered shirt he'd had on before the vampires attacked. It was torn in some places; and gave her small glimpses of rippling muscle, as he held the plates aloft--waiting for her reply.