AT THE SAME TIME
ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW:
The air had just started to settle after Xavier's confession. You could still feel the weight of it in the silence between bites. No one dared go back to their food with the same ease. That is, until the grand hall doors slammed open. SLAM. Everyone jerked. A few of the cups rattled on the table. And then…
"Where is he?! Where's my grandson?! He's not too old to get a good ear tug, I swear on my mate's tail!"I heard a woman's voice.
A tall, silver haired woman in a fur lined cloak strode into the room like a hurricane of authority and sass, golden brooch gleaming at her throat. Behind her, a shorter, broad shouldered man followed, his beard thick and white, eyes sharp with mischief. Xavier went sheet white.
"No." He muttered. "No, no, no, how are they even-"
"XAVIER MARCELLUS BLACKTHORN." The woman growled.
Michael leaned toward me, grinning.
"That's a 'full name' shout. He's doomed."Michael grinned.
