ALARIC POV
Dinner had settled into something almost… normal.
Which, considering the last few days, felt surreal.
Owen was halfway through his second portion of lasagna, talking with his mouth full despite Aria’s repeated attempts to correct him, while Ella sat straighter, more composed, but just as invested in whatever Caelin was saying.
Or trying to say.
He was still off.
She must have caught on—or maybe she was just bored of his little tale—because she cut him off, launching into her latest school project and how excited she was to enroll in a new school here in Greenwood.
In truth, I still had to talk to the school principal about that.
Tomorrow morning.
Mandatory.
Ella would have my head on a silver platter if I didn’t.
Probably literally.
“You’re not listening,” Ella said
