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~Kael's POV
I yawned loudly, stretching my arms as I leaned back in the chair. The wine was warm in my stomach, the firelight flickered across the hall, and the laughter of women around Uncle Fridolf was still echoing. But my patience had run dry.
I turned to my Damon. "This has gone on long enough. Either we round up this whole thing, or we leave Uncle to enjoy his night alone. I'm done sitting here pretending."
Rowan raised a brow at me, his mouth twisting into a smirk. "Already tired, Kael? You're usually the one keeping everyone awake until dawn."
"I'm not tired," I muttered, though the yawn betrayed me again. "I'm bored. And I don't like sitting here, watching him. Something about this feels off. I've said it already."
Damon gave me one of his warning looks, the kind that told me he didn't want another argument. "We'll round up the party then. He's back, and he deserves his time. But you're right, we should call an end before half the women here faint from his energy."
