"Since Mr. Splendor isn't present, I'll take my leave. Enjoy your meal."
Hector swept in and out like a gust of wind, delivering extravagant gifts before vanishing, leaving the stunned guests gaping behind him.
Gavin Kingsley examined the embossed card in his hand, clearing his throat. "Does anyone here actually know this Mr. Splendor?"
Around the table, heads shook in unison. Anyone powerful enough to command Lumière's owner to personally deliver gourmet dishes and vintage wine existed in a different league entirely.
"You don't mean Alaric, do you?"
A voice dripping with mockery sparked raucous laughter across the banquet hall.
"Don't be absurd! That deadbeat? I'd eat my hat if it were him!"
"Our precious brother-in-law? The only remarkable thing about him is sharing a surname with
