At night, dinner was ghostly quiet because Erisia had joined them, just like she said she would. But one person was missing—Leander. When Erisia asked why he wasn't there, Mrs. Wrenford hissed at her, "You should know why he isn't here. After all, you caused it."
Erisia only shrugged, dragging out the chair at the other end of the table and taking a seat. "I warned him. He deserved it."
Selena opened her mouth, ready to hurl another insult, but then she shut it again—like she'd just realized wasting her breath on Erisia was useless. Her lips pressed into a thin line, though, and her fingers twitched against her fork as if itching to throw it. The tightness around her jaw was all fury barely chained.
