Chapter 351: The Meal, The Chaos, and The Question Zorathys Was Not Expecting
Elyn's POV
I had said Zorathys was hiding something. And not to be boastful and say I knew from the beginning, but I did know from the beginning.
The food was good — really good — and the children chatted and made a mess as they ate. The table was covered in crumbs, spilled sauces, and at least three overturned glasses that no one had bothered to clean up.
Azerion had taken on the task of feeding Veylthar.
He carefully held up a piece of meat to the shadow golem's face, his expression so serious that I almost laughed. Veylthar opened his mouth — a dark void of swirling shadows — and accepted the offering.
"You like it?" Azerion asked eagerly.
Veylthar nodded. "It is... acceptable."
Azerion beamed.
Velira, apparently not wanting to be left out, picked up another piece of meat and held it up toward Veylthar.
"Here, try this one."
Azerion's head snapped toward her.
"What are you doing?"
