Cain.
I remained where I stood long after she walked away.
The noise of the banquet slowly returned, voices rising, glasses clinking, laughter echoing faintly across the hall, but none of it reached me.
All I could hear was her voice.
You’re trash.
My jaw tightened.
For a moment, I couldn’t even tell what I was feeling. Anger? No. Not entirely. It wasn’t sharp enough, wasn’t loud enough. It was something heavier. Something that sat deep in my chest and refused to move.
I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand across my face before turning away.
“Let’s go,” I muttered to my brothers, though my voice lacked its usual authority.
Without waiting for a response, I walked back to our table, each step felt heavier than the last.
I took my seat and reached for the nearest glass, pouring wine in
