*Seth*
I look outside and see Dad and Calvin shaking hands. It’s odd, but perhaps they’ve reached some kind of understanding. They both walk toward the house and come inside. Molly looks at her brother cautiously, but he just nods.
“He’s staying for breakfast,” he tells her. “He needs to talk to the King.”
“Seth,” I correct him. I don’t want him ever to feel like he has to be formal around me. He’s probably the one person I’d ever let get away with it in a public setting, too.
“Whatever,” he says with a shrug as he pulls a pan out of the oven. “It’s ready.
We all gather around the table, though it’s getting pretty crowded.
“The flowers used to pull the wolfsbane out of Molly,” Dad begins to ask. “Were they little white flowers?”
Molly nods. “Yeah. I saw them in a book on
