Breakfast with Mamush's family was different from last night's dinner. Well, almost different. Octavia Von Sanguine, the Tenth Vein, still wore a perpetually twisted, irritated expression, as though she would rather be anywhere else than sitting at this table.
Her distaste was so evident that she'd chosen the chair farthest from Mamush, silently eating her meal without paying anyone else much attention.
'At least she's not causing trouble.'
Malakai had seen what the Sixth Pulse was capable of. And Octavia, being her only child, was already growing into her mother's shoes. If she had wanted to cause chaos, this estate would probably already be in ruins.
Regardless, he was glad that, for one reason or another, she hadn't. At least she was level-headed enough to understand that Mamush and his family held the key to finding out what was truly going on.
"I hope the food is to your liking, Ninth Vein."
