[Fenrick]
There was nothing remotely enjoyable about last night's gathering.
A family meeting, they called it. As if that word had ever truly applied to me.
As anticipated, no one strayed from my expectations. The jokes were predictable, the conversation shallow, and my presence mostly ignored—unless someone needed a convenient punchline. I wasn't surprised. I'd long accepted my role as the black sheep.
Lucien played his part well for a man with no memory but the same couldn't be said for Violet. Despite my warning, she kept sending obvious glances at me. To the point that it had become annoying.
In short, it was simply a miracle that she'd managed to deceive Lucien up to this point with her poor acting skills—though with my help.
Then she had the audacity to pity me.
Hatred I could
