Alaric stared at his son for a long moment, his shadows writhing as his emotions flared. Then he stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the wood.
Without a word, he turned and strode from the dining hall, his dark magic trailing behind him. The family exchanged confused glances.
Lady Genevieve's hand went to her chest, her composure finally cracking completely. Octavia half-rose from her seat as if to follow, but Jack raised a hand.
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