TAVRIC
My face remains a mask of tempered stone, even as my father continues his lecture on the logistical shifts in leadership that come with the advent of a Dragon Alpha.
I am nodding in all the right places, playing the part of the dutiful, if estranged, son, but my focus is elsewhere. Across the hall, I see Lucy pale by several degrees. It's an instantaneous reaction to something Kieran just said to her.
What did that fool tell her? Even Jaxl looks… afraid.
What is going on?
My hands twitch restlessly by my sides. My mind races through the possibilities. Was it a warning? Of what? My father's capacity for wickedness?
My brows furrow as I meditate on the sudden shift in her energy, barely hearing the drivel my brother is spouting now. He has always liked to hear the sound of his own voice, despite the fact that he barely has reasonable things to say.
To be honest, my father has taken this better than I had expected. Or rather, it has gone better than we all expected.
