“Speak, boy.” He gave a loud whistle, calling me like a dog.
Mother gave a quiet sigh as she watched this derail before it even could start down the track.
I knew he was pissed that his own mother had personally bested him, and like a child, he was throwing a tantrum. I moved to the sitting area and took a seat in one of the cushioned armchairs. I crossed one ankle on the opposite knee then gestured to the other armchair for him to sit.
He stared at me, his breaths visible in the way his chest rose and fell. He walked past the table, snatched the water glass off the surface, and threw it against the wall on his way, missing my head by a few inches. It shattered, and water soaked into the rug.
I didn’t react.
Godric dropped into the armchair across from me, his forearms on his knees as
