Dinner was a rather awkward affair. It was made worse when the family of the saint tried to pray over their food.
It wasn't Sir Forsythe who stopped them, or even Sam, it was Ava's adoptive brother.
"We don't do that here." Edgar told them bluntly, his eyes focused on the mother who had started it. Cass had felt his body stiffen, aware that while they weren't the saint, they were the people who were able to give birth to her. They couldn't be powerless.
"W-What? We've had no issues until-" she began but Edgar shook his head. He cut her off and she gaped at him, shocked.
