Evelyn creeps up silently behind Victor and he jumps as she pulls on his sleeve. Silently, she puts her finger to her lips and nods her head back to the kitchen, indicating that he should come with her. He nods and follows.
“What’s going on with those three?” she whispers, curious. “They wanted to have their dinner with him. It’s weird.”
“What’s weird about that?” He asks, frowning. “They want to have dinner with their grandfather. He’s nice to them.”
She laughs a little, shaking her head and looking in at them again. “Clever man, sucking up to the heirs.”
Victor shrugs, his face going a bit dark. “Perhaps not the heirs, if I don’t pass this next trial.”
“You will,” she says, looking up at him with faith in her eyes. She shakes her head a little. “Yesterday…something was wrong. I can
