In the kitchen, Nathan leaned against the counter, sipping blood from a mug, while Max wielded a mop angrily across a vicious blood spill on the floor beside the trash can.

"Did we kill someone this morning?" I crossed my arms and eyed the mop, which was soaked pink and seemed to be doing nothing but spreading watery blood over the bright white tile.

Nathan made a snort of disagreement into his cup. He swallowed with a grimace and licked a bit of blood from his upper lip. "Max threw a tantrum."

"You're a guest in this house," Max snapped, jabbing the mop at Nathan's feet "Remember that."

"And I appreciate your hospitality. Speaking of which, when do I get to nearly have sex with you?" Nathan took another sip from his cup, ignoring Max's murderous scowl.

I smiled, covering it with my hand when Max's glare fixed on me. "Well, Bella wants us to meet her in the dining room."

"I guess it was too much of an inconvenience to stop in and tell us herself?" Max tossed the mop aside in disgust. "Maybe I had plans or an agenda or something. She can't just move in and start ordering us around!"

"I didn't think you'd mind so much if she moved in." Nathan barely dodged the saltshaker, the object nearest Max when the comment enraged him.

"Methinks you hit a nerve." I went to the refrigerator and pulled out a bag of blood.

Nathan took it and handed me his nearly full mug. "I've already had two cups. You finish this off."

I stood, sipping my blood in silence, while Nathan studied me covertly, pretending to be interested in his bare feet, the floor tiles and the pots and pans suspended over the island. He knew I hated being watched while I fed, but his surreptitious looks made my stomach fill with butterflies.

Max cursed fluently as he scrubbed the stained tiles with a roll of paper towels and an absurd quantity of glass cleaner. As the minutes ticked by, it became painfully apparent none of us wanted to be the first to appear at Bella's meeting.

"What do you think we're going to talk about?" I ventured finally.

My voice ruptured the quiet so suddenly, Max hit his head on the counter as he straightened in surprise.

Blind to his distress, Nathan shrugged calmly. "A battle plan, I assume. With the Movement gone, we have no centralized form of communication. We won't be able to get information from other operatives, and we don't have the means to track the Oracle without Movement connections."

"Not to mention the Soul Eater," I added softly. A flicker of pain crossed Nathan's face at the mention of his sire. "He's still out there."

"I hate to say it, but that might have something to do with the Oracle's disappearance," Max commented, still holding a hand to the top of his head.