"Tell that to this oh-so-open armed society, sugar."

She stared at the spot where the glass had been, a bit blankly. They'd been so quick to believe the worst of her and of Daemon, without any proof and when they'd decided they couldn't be together and were trying to move on. And now here she was, thinking she could live here, among them.

Her hands were still trembling and she tightenend them into a fist starting to say something else when the waitress arrived with their food.