The next morning, the atmosphere in the dining room was thick enough to cut with a knife. The storm had finally broken, leaving behind a watery, grey sunlight that did nothing to warm the cold stone of the estate.I sat across from Julian, my father at the head of the table, Seraphina to his right. I was wearing a turtleneck to hide the constellation of bruises Julian had left on my neck and chest. Every time Julian looked at me, his eyes lingered on the collar, a smug satisfaction visible in the tilt of his lips."You look tired, Elias," Seraphina noted, pouring herself some tea. "Did you not sleep well?""He had a restless night," Julian answered for me, his voice smooth as butter. "Bad dreams, I believe."I shot him a glare under the table. He knew exactly why I was tired. He had kept me up until dawn, a mix of interrogation and sex."I slept fine," I lied, stabbing at my eggs with unnecessary force."So," my father said, clearing his throat. "With the venue finalized, we need to d
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