After dinner, Angel met with his father, who said he wanted to have a word with him in private.
"Yes, sir."
He followed his father into his study, where Rohan stood before the wide window overlooking the town, his arms folded against his chest and an unlit cigar clenched between his teeth. Max was aware that it was his father's way of coping with his withdrawal from smoking.
He walked to stand beside him, his gaze drifting outward in the same direction. "I never thought the mountainside that once seemed to belong only to our family would become a town like this," he commented quietly. He wasn't happy about their little safe haven turning into a settlement for many, yet he never voiced his displeasure outright.
"What do you think about Velmere?" his father asked without looking away from the window.
