The dining hall of the Kael'Dri household looked normal, long table, stacked plates, breakfast aromas drifting like a peace treaty, but the atmosphere was anything but normal. After a night like that, nobody at the table was emotionally stable.
Regnare sat hunched over his plate like a survivor of a natural disaster. His fork was trembling. His soul was trembling. His dark circles were so pronounced that he looked like he'd been personally beaten by insomnia.
Somewhere down the table, Trevor shifted in his seat, his two-toned hair drooping pitifully as if ashamed on his behalf. "Why are you staring at me like I stole your girlfriend?" he muttered.
"Annoying old man…" Regnare grumbled, then immediately snapped his gaze toward his father, Ethan, who was casually feeding Harley small bites of breakfast like he wasn't a walking source of last night's trauma.
