Aria POV
Dinner was already half-laid by the time Calla arrived. Sable didn't wait for her to sit. "Calla." Sable's voice was pleasant enough that anyone listening from the hall wouldn't have caught the edge underneath it. "I understand Aria was never informed about the upcoming ball." Calla's hand paused over the back of her chair for exactly a second before she pulled it out and sat. "She wasn't. I must have forgotten, after I saw the way she made Fenrir furious, and he stormed off. I had to intervene."
The sip I was about to take stayed frozen midair. A sharp pain of betrayal filled me; I hadn't wanted Sable to know about that. My side eye moved carefully to Sable, waiting for her scolding reaction. "No," Sable said. "She wasn't informed, and the matter between Aria and Fenrir is pers
