Chapter 72: It's Complicated

They didn’t sit at the large, wooden dining table, instead, Everett carried their full plates outside into the garden. Lights flickered like fireflies in the brush all around the garden, a small, iron bistro set covered with a white tablecloth was perfectly set for dinner. A single candle was lit in the center of the table. Everett had thought of everything, even throwing a blanket on the back of her chair in case she got cold - which would be impossible. She was filled with a warmth from the elixir, or maybe it was a need that fueled her warmth.