Hunter lay on his bed at Armstrong Manor, staring blankly at the ceiling. An unread book lay on the nightstand, which he had pulled off the bookshelf for something to do, but he had no interest in it. In fact, he had no interest in doing anything at all, except sulk in bed.
He heard a gentle knock on the door before his mother appeared in the doorway.
“Darling, Osiris has requested that you join the Osirians this evening in the drawing room.”
“I don’t feel like it, Mum,” Hunter replied flatly.
Mrs. Armstrong closed the door behind her and approached him, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Your father and I didn’t allow you to visit for the weekend just for you to mope around in your room. Osiris asked why you were spending the weekend away from your wife.”
“Please, don’t…” Hunter said
