Lord Algar and Lord Beldun continue to fight for the rest of the dinner. It’s tedious, and nothing they say gives me anything helpful on how I can escape the future they want for me. Damien offers to take me home before I’ve finished my dessert, a creamy pudding. I don’t even hesitate to accept.
The atmosphere is so heated that I don’t think anyone notices, which, to be honest, makes me relieved. I follow my brother quietly, not even glancing at any of the four prospects. Their loud conversation, if you can call it that, goes on without a pause.
I follow Damien past all the gruesome pictures. Neither of us says anything. It’s relatively comfortable. My head is spinning; I’m so tired.
We stay quiet all the way home, even if I want to talk to him about what’s happening. I can’t even consi
