Ep16

Antiope

A week has passed since that last disaster of a dinner and we barely talk to each other. I am still obliged to have breakfast and dinner with him at the appointed time but the interaction between us is non existent. Last night Magnus brought some paperwork and read through it while we ate. Which was supposed to be a win but it eerily irritated me.

I still haven’t seen Celia and he is not even looking at me each of the thousand times I have asked about her. My greatest fear is that he has taken his anger out on her, punish her for my mistakes. He can’t hurt his Luna, not so close to the Luna Championship but Celia is his prisoner.

“The fights are tomorrow,” his husky voice fills the kitchen and makes me jump up.

I look across the breakfast island only to see him focused on the same papers he was looking the night before, his eyebrows frowning and his jaw tense.

“Am I required to attend?” I answer.

This was what I was waiting for the whole week. My presence at the fights is pret