Benedict's POV
The silver spoon tumbled from my fingers.
I never dropped anything. Control was my signature, precision my trademark. Yet there it lay against the porcelain plate, its metallic chime slicing through the morning air like a blade. Every head at the breakfast table turned toward me in perfect synchronization.
I retrieved the utensil with measured calm, adjusting my grip as silence settled back over the room like fog over still water.
What the hell was happening here. I watched Kaelen continue his casual conversation as if nothing had shifted in the universe overnight.
"Oh," I said, interrupting his mundane chatter. I needed time to process. "Really. That's quite unexpected, I must admit."
