Chapter 34: Cassian's Table
The invitation arrived on cream paper, in Isolde's looping hand, but the seal was Cassian's.
Supper, Thursday. Family only. Come alone.
"Don't go," Tam said immediately.
"I have to."
"You do not have to walk into your uncle's dining room by yourself when he's trying to steal your father's seat."
"If I refuse, it looks like I'm afraid of him. If Isolde tells the pack her cousin wouldn't even sit at a family table, that's one more story for the Reckoning."
Tam grumbled the whole walk to Cassian's house, which sat on the finest lot in the village, timber and glass and a garden Isolde tended herself. Cassian met me at the door in shirtsleeves, warm and gracious, and led me into a dining room lit by a dozen candles.
Isolde sat at one end. Cassian took the hea
