Levi's POV
The dining hall felt too big that night. The chandelier above us gave off a cold light, making everything feel even colder. Usually, during dinner, I would spend my time trying: offering the girls the best pieces of meat, asking about their day, and trying to start conversations. Most times, they would answer with one word. Tonight, I didn't even look at their side of the table.
"So, Louis," I said calmly, leaning back in my chair while holding a glass of dark wine. "About the western border patrol. I want the boys to join the scouting team next month."
"Father!" Lyra said quickly, her voice too bright, too eager. She was trying to interrupt the serious talk. "I drew a picture today. It's a wolf. Do you want to—"
"Pass the salt, Liam," I said smoothly. I didn't blink. I didn't turn my head. I didn't look at her.
