Chapter 13
As usual, they convened over dinner. Sebastian took some care with his appearance and found that his heart was beating a little too fast, and his hands were unsteady. He had no idea what to expect. Charles seemed to avoid him the whole day, so he had no idea what he was thinking or feeling. Truth told, he didn’t know what he was thinking or feeling himself either. He sighed and headed for the study where they usually met before dining.
Charles was standing by the window, a jug of lemonade sat on the table with two glasses. He turned as Sebastian entered and for the first time in a long while, Sebastian wished it was brandy rather than lemonade.
“Good evening.”
Sebastian smiled and nodded. “How are you?” He was afraid that Charles would retreat behind that schoolmaster exteri
