Seamus was invited once again to one of Draemir's occasional tea gatherings. This time, only Aconite, Dahlia, and Lulu were present.
Fleur had never involved herself with them, and Lulu was far too uneasy about Isolde's presence to be anywhere near her. The absence itself said enough.
Seamus leaned back in his chair, barely touching the tea in front of him. His thoughts drifted restlessly, circling the same unresolved problems.
Viviane, Isolde, the lingering mess in the North, and then there was Vincent.
Vincent had given him his card, yet Seamus had never contacted him afterward. Digging into his father's past felt unnecessary now.
Vampire hunters and shattered covenants could no longer reach him. Still, the unease lingered like a dull ache.
'Next time we meet, I should mark him. At least then I would know where he stands.'
"Seamus? Are you alright?"
Lulu's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He straightened slightly and shook his head.
