Natalia
Dinner that night was tense, to say the least. I had thought that it would get better without Andrei here, but I was wrong. My father and brother seemed more at ease initially, but Celeste and Helena only seemed to double down on their obvious disdain of me from the very beginning.
“Natalia,” Celeste said as the main course was served—small roasted quails, glistening with butter and rich with fragrant spices that made my mouth water. “I saw you training today in the arena.”
I glanced at David and smiled. “David’s been teaching me the Bloodmoon warrior style of fighting. It’s been really interesting.”
Celeste and her mother exchanged arch looks. “Ladies don’t typically fight,” Helena pointed out.
It took all of my willpower to fight the urge to mention that her precious daughte
