Destiny knocked lightly on the door. "Hello? Rhiannon? Connor?"
There were voices coming from the kitchen. Voices that she remembered, albeit vaguely. Hell, she didn't remember who she met those years ago. Rather sheltered, the Slayer's inner circle was Rhiannon, Emmeline, William, and Aidan. Rhiannon was here. Emmeline wasn't herself. William and Aidan? Nowhere to be found.
So, time to put on her big girl panties and be social. She gripped the Southwest dip, chili and cheese still warm. Shit. A tiny voice escaped through her tight voicebox. "Rhi?"