The morning sun filtered gently through the tall windows of Silverfang’s estate, casting golden light across the stone floors.
I sat at the long dining table, absentmindedly pushing a slice of toast across my plate. The kitchen staff moved quietly around me, Jenne occasionally whispering instructions to them like the loyal guard she was pretending not to be, and I was very thankful to her for that.
I had half expected to find Rome or Quinn here so that we could have breakfast together, but when I got here, no one was there. Secretly, I had asked Jenne to ask the kitchen staff what was happening.
Jenne came back a few minutes later, letting me know that Rome had requested to have his breakfast served in his office, whereas Quinn just chose not to show up. Which, according to them, was no
