Gara rose and left for the dining area. From the side door near the kitchen, Fian and Madha joined in as well.
Since the living space was open—only the bedrooms, bath, and storeroom were separate—Ares could see them gathered at the table.
He turned his back to them completely, still mortified by how friendly he'd acted just moments ago.
Even so, his eyes kept stealing glances at the long polished wooden dining table, which reminded him of the days back in his own abode.
Every morning, he and his father would share breakfast together. His father always asked what he had done the day before and what his plans were for today, then ended their meal with advice and guidance.
Ares's father might have been strict and serious, but that never strained their bond. Ares always respected and admired him.
His father often reminded him, "We were born with many privileges. That's why we must work twice as hard, so that the life we enjoy is truly matched by our own abilities."
