After ascending a flight of marble stairs, they returned to the upper floors of the manor.
"I'm sure your journey must have been tiring," Baron Rivelle began with a genial smile. "Join us at the table. It would be cruel to let such fine food go to waste without your company."
It was already afternoon. William, Asher, and Finch had only eaten breakfast before attending their first class that morning, and since then, nothing else had passed their lips.
"Happily," Finch replied at once, his voice bright, as though he had been eagerly awaiting the invitation.
Asher's purple eyes flicked toward him, his gaze wordlessly teasing: That's why you're fat.
