The conversation had completely died. Aurora Jones had had enough.

"Get out," she snapped.

Mason Jackson stood up, smoothed out his shirt, and said casually, “You’re not going anywhere, so get some rest. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to the banquet.”

Aurora shoved him toward the door.

Just as he reached it, he turned back and said, “Make sure you put on the medicine…”

Bang!

The door slammed shut.

Four and Five, standing nearby: ...