The dining room of the Dravik estate had seen many things, but it had never seen anything quite like the spectacle currently unfolding under the glow of the Baccarat crystal chandelier.
Amara felt very much like a small ship caught in the middle of a joyful, loud, and incredibly high-powered storm. To her left sat Darien, who was currently nursing a glass of wine with the expression of a man watching his life's secrets be auctioned off to the highest bidder. To her right sat Feralia who was currently gesturing animatedly with a silver fork while describing the disastrous logistics of Darien's first flight.
