"I'm really sorry we have to do this." Sighs Elijah, squeezing my hand.
"It can't be helped, right?"
"Unfortunately, no. He is still the Lord of Klaevis. And my father."
"Then we will just get through it together." I smile reasurringly.
I squeezed his hand back, though I'm not feeling as comfortable as I'm trying to pretend. As we approach the enormous doors of the Palace, my stomach feels queasy. A formal invitation for dinner had been sent to the house, an invitation like that is one not to be ignored, Elijah had said, otherwise he would invite himself to our house and that would be even worse apparently. At least here, we can decide when we leave. That's the reassurance Elijah has been feeding me, anyway. I would really rather not be here. But I'm with Elijah now. I can't just aba
