The Winterveil Pack
“So…” Robyn finally broke the silence after nearly ten minutes of clinking cutlery and quiet chewing.
“Did everyone suddenly forget how to talk, or did I sit at the wrong table?”
Arwen startled slightly, glancing up with a shy smile. “I’m sorry, I—”
“No, don’t apologize, Arwen,” Robyn cut in, her tone sharp but teasing.
“The one who should apologize is someone at the end of the table who hasn’t even looked at our guest all evening.”
Ryan lifted his head slowly, his calm gaze sharp as ever.
“I’ve been paying attention. I don’t have much to say.”
“Right,” Robyn drawled, leaning back dramatically.
“You’re the master of turning dinner into a courtroom.”
Arwen bit back a laugh, bowing her head.
“It’s fine, really. Maybe I’m just not in the mood to talk much tonigh
