Chapter Ten
Llewellyn tells me that Lydia and David will be married in a week. I’m not certain of his motive for mentioning this, but at first, I greet the news with little more than a pinprick of upset. At least on the surface. They are people I knew once, but they are nothing to me now, I try reminding myself.
Still, beneath the surface of my passive response, I harbor a desire to show this detestable couple what I’ve become. The thought troubles me for days, to the point that I grow agitated and sharp-tongued.
“What the hell’s in your mad brain?” Llewellyn retorts when I scowl at him over dinner. We are trying to eat a meal civilly, with Kee and Michal. But my distress makes the tension between us about to boil into an angry combat.
“If you’d like, sir, I could see if the strap w
