The looks of shock and surprise differed from face to face. Elara stared as Amelia walked down the stairs with Raphael, smiling at all, looking unbothered for all it seemed. “Everyone's just getting married to Harringtons now?” Graham mumbled as they took their seats. Atlas remained still, watching with a blank face. But the corner of his lips quivered when someone else walked into the terrace, a teenager with red hair like Raphael, chewing gum loudly and moving with exaggerated swagger. He sat next to Raphael, winked at Elara, then jerked his chin at Atlas. “What’s up?” he said. “Great, and here's the brat,” Graham mumbled again. “Hey, suck a fat one, old man,” the teenager snapped at him. “That's enough now, Theo,” Raphael said. His voice had a deep, rich timbre, and suddenly, Elara imagined Peter Steele sitting in his place. They must have looked quite alike. Atlas didn't seem to have that thought on his mind. He was shifting his gaze between Raphael and Amelia, waiting
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