“Elena!”
“What? He won’t die. I’ve seen you feeding him plenty of crap before, and he lives.”
He shook his head.
I jutted my chin in the direction of the library. “So, why is she playing the piano again?” Maybe I could get the truth if I caught him off guard.
“Not she, Elena. Your mother,” my father corrected me. I rolled my eyes. “And I told you, your birthdays make her sad.”
“Sad, Dad, seriously?”
“You’re getting older, Elena. One of these days you will attend Dragonia and then she won’t have anyone. The castle is going to be so quiet.”
“It’s still three years from now.” I shook my head. “And I’m going to Dragonia, not the other side of the Wall.”
“Still, your mother is a sentimental human being and we love her for that.”
“Maybe you do,” I joked.
He gave me a stern look. “She l
