*Gabriel*
“You will be taking a large party rabbit hunting this afternoon,” Theo says, catching me by the arm after the luncheon meal.
“I will not,” I say instantly.
“What’s got into you?” He demands. “You have never been the most biddable person, but I’d prefer you didn’t go stark raving, if you wouldn’t mind. I have a castle full of people, and your aunt’s reader has already driven half the she-wolves into fits by handing out fortunes like confetti, and all of them depressing.”
I groan, “You want depressing, go talk to my uncle. I had to listen to him for an hour last night as he sobbed… sobbed! over the failure of his naval spectacle.”
“It was my fault,” he says. “I’d watched them practice it over and over, and I simply didn’t picture the timing’s being altered by drunk passengers
