Finn's POV
"I think he's on to me." I said to my grandfather, George, as we sat for dinner.
I had taken an emergency leave yesterday because I panicked, and staying any longer would jeopardize my disguise.
George snorted in response, putting a piece of lamb meat in his mouth.
He chewed slowly, knowing eyes on me.
"Don't give me that look." I groaned.
"What?!" He protested, "I didn't even say anything"
I dug into my food,mumbling, "You don't need to. I know that stare"
He gave a pointed look, "Can I talk?".
"Sure," I nodded, giving him a go ahead.
"How's it going exactly? How do you know he's on to you?"
I scoffed, "It's pretty much obvious, you need to see the way he looks at me. He doesn't hide his distaste of me."
"Hmmm."George hummed, listening raptly. "Is that all?"
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