For the rest of the meal, the chatter rolled around the table, voices bright, laughter a little too sharp at times. I kept my head down, eating slowly, but Maris filled the silence between us with small, easy comments that didn’t demand much from me.
Selene, of course, didn’t miss a chance to throw a glare my way, her lips curving into the kind of smile that wasn’t a smile at all. I ignored it as best I could, though a part of me wanted to slam my cup down and remind her she wasn’t the mistress of this house. But instead, I chose quiet. Quiet was safer.
Maris leaned in once, her voice lowered. “You see? That glare of hers could curdle milk.”
I almost choked on my bite, biting back a laugh. Her grin widened as if that was exactly the reaction she’d been hoping for.
By the time the serva
