HAILEY
“Council room. Ten minutes.”
That’s all Uncle Caius says before standing from the breakfast table and leaving me behind, stomach barely filled and half eaten pancake between my lips.
Their mid-breakfast information ruined my appetite for good.
Because what exactly happened: Good morning. How did you sleep? Ease slowly into responsibility?
No.
They dumped everything before breakfast and they all left before I'm done with breakfast.
The only people left on the table are mom, Eamon, Aurora, Lila, and I.
“I can still fake my death,” I mutter under my breath while staring at my abandoned breakfast plate.
Unfortunately, mom hears me.
“That only works if your fathers doesn’t own half the hospitals in the country,” she replies lazily, picking at her teeth with a toothpick.
“But
