"I have wanted you out of Wrohan for years."
Liam lowered the cup slowly, then he looked at Arik.
Then back at Enia.
"Is this my mother?" he asked carefully. "Or did you replace her with an agent while I was unconscious?"
Enia picked up her teaspoon and lightly smacked his knuckles with it.
"Ow."
"Do not be ridiculous."
Arik went very still beside him as he was very obviously trying not to laugh.
Liam turned on him. "Do not."
Arik pressed two fingers against his mouth and failed magnificently.
"I understand many things now," he said.
"No, you don't."
"I understand everything."
Enia set the teaspoon down with chilling elegance. "He inherited his personality honestly."
Liam stared at her. "You are supposed to defend me."
"I am defending you. I am also correcting inaccurate statements at breakfast. These are not mutually exclusive."
Arik's shoulders shook once.
Liam pointed at him. "You are next."
"I look forward to it."
"No, you don't."
"I might."
