I never considered for a moment the idea that Emeric could accompany me to the meeting with my uncle, but I hadn't considered speaking alone with him either, in a small room adjacent to the dining room, where we had enough privacy to not be bothered or overheard.
From the moment I entered, I felt the familiar itch on the back of my neck warning me that I was being watched by eyes I couldn't see, and they were watching me cautiously. It was possible that someone else might be watching us from behind one of the walls.
"I would love to chat with you, niece, about what you've been thinking and the decision you feel inclined towards," my uncle said. Although he tried to sound affable and even playful, his tone was laden with an unusual tension, which made me wonder what topic he had been disc
