*Lena*
“We're going to find this thing," Xander said as he stood with his back to me in the warehouse. I couldn't see exactly what he was holding, but I knew it was a blade of some kind. He was sharpening it, his words broken up by the sound of metal gliding over metal. “And then we're done with it, do you understand?"
I nodded, the corners of my mouth tightening as I tried to hide my smile. He looked over his shoulder at me, glaring in my direction.
“I understand–"
“We won't speak another word of it after tonight," he said with finality. He continued to stare at me until I nodded.
I rolled my eyes as he turned back around to complete his task.
It was almost ten o'clock. I leaned against one of the tractors as I looked over at the open garage door of the warehouse. The bunkhouse w
