Servants moved quietly through the dining room, replacing emptied dishes and pouring fresh tea before they had the chance to turn cold. The warmth from the fireplace spread through the room while they continued to have their breakfast.
The last time Ruelle had visited Slaters' mansion after leaving home, she had been scared to show up at the dining table in fear of running into the lord and she had eaten her meals in her room. Especially with Brother Dane rarely home and Lucian having already returned to Sexton.
To sit like this felt strangely pleasant to Ruelle. While the men's food comprised bloody drinks and meals, separate dishes had been prepared to suit her palate.
"The eastern merchants are threatening to delay shipments again," Lord Azriel remarked while setting his fork down. "Patterson must have offended them. He lacks the patience required for negotiations."
