Alban's P.O.V.
I swear, my heartbeat was as loud as a truck engine as I made my way back into the living room with the coffee. Altheus and Bartholomew looked at me with a painful curiosity that bordered on suspicion. Had they known what I'd considered doing to them? Goddess I hoped not.
"Thank you, Mister Lundine," Altheus said, holding his hand out for the cup after a moment. And even though I couldn't seem to place his emotions, I still managed as polite a smile as possible. "Now where were we?" He turned to face my mother again, smoothing down the hairs of his long beard with his free hand.
"You were trying to explain to Luna Ola why her nephew has now lost an eye to former Elder," my mother spat, prim and firm in her diction, but venom dripping in her tone. If looks could kill, Alt
