Chapter 13: New Acquaintances
After chaperoning a distinctly wobbly Roshène to their suite, Hunter ignored her questions, mumbled an excuse, locked her in and stormed off. Returning to Lord Ùdaran’s study, Hunter marched in, this time not waiting for the page to announce him, and slammed the door behind him.
“Temper, temper, son. Calm down or you’ll do yourself an injury.” Lord Ùdaran lifted an elegant crystal glass to his lips and sipped the golden amber liquid.
“What games are you playing now, Father? Whatever they are, I want no part.”
“Sit down, Hunter.” Ùdaran lifted a crystal container and poured a measure into another glass. “Drink this and we can talk.”
Hunter snatched the glass his father offered, tossed the drink down in a long gulp before slumping into the chair opposite.
