Chapter Fourteen
Talon
Pushing the food around on his plate, Talon made a pretence of eating. The pain had been steadily increasing and he didn’t think the food would stay down if he ate it. He was tempted to rise from the table and leave. It couldn’t make his father any angrier with him. The meal seemed like it would last forever and everything Lacey had said about what she’d done that afternoon had sounded so plausible. Maybe too plausible. He didn’t know what to think.
Garnet was telling their mother something and Talon couldn’t focus enough to work out what she was saying. He’d had enough. Rising to his feet, he pushed away from the table.
“Where are you going?” Barrett demanded.
“Out.”
“You haven’t finished eating.” Barrett pointed towards the barely touched plate with his knife
