Elder Freya sighed, her gaze softening slightly, which was surprising to me. "Very well. Naya, come with me." She eyed my disheveled state. "Something tells me you aren't good with people."
That was the only thing she got right with me. As she turned to leave, she couldn't resist adding one last remark. "Unless, of course, you all prefer to act like unruly children." And that was the remark I expected from her. The weight of her words hung in the air as she went back to the table. The tension had been diffused, but the underlying issues remained, lingering beneath the surface.
"I think we are done here." Zeke stood up, signaling to the maids to clean up the mess. He glanced up at Kyle. "Wash up and meet us at the table." Without sparing me a look, he walked down the hall to the table.
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