OLIVER POV
At Oliver's House
I sat down next to Rory and watched as she poured sparkling water into our glasses.
"We have to do something about Astelle," she said quietly.
I had hoped to make some small talk with Rory before she dove headfirst into the Astelle topic, but I should have known better. Rory was all business.
"Yes, we do," I replied.
We were sitting outside in my backyard at the gazebo. Unbeknownst to Rory, I had already discussed the topic of Astelle with my pack, and we had concluded that while we had to do something, what that something was, we were divided on. There wouldn't be an easy decision any time soon.
"What do you have in mind?" she asked, sipping her water.