Everybody, even Xaden, just sat there, tiredly accepting it all.
But the Alpha King was the only one who seemed the most neutral. In fact, one might even say that he didn’t care about what was said.
I sat on what felt like thousands of painful pins and needles, waiting for any sort of sign that Eric would try to defend himself against his brother. It didn’t matter what it was—if he was able to throw some classy backhanded response or even a simple ‘stop’ to put an end to Henry’s rude remarks, that would have been enough, but…
But… he did nothing. Not a single thing, even as dinner turned into dessert.
He just sat there and took it all. Absorbed it like a sponge, and every insult Henry hurled at him was a splash of water.
But even sponges have their limits, I thought. Surely, he would
