Ryatt

Maddox watches me from across the coffee table loaded with breakfast foods. Pastries, fruit, and meat sit on delicate plates, surrounded by bottles of juice and three carafes of hot coffee. 

So far, coffee is all we’ve touched. 

He’s just been… staring at me. Staring at me for twenty minutes now. 

I clear my throat, pouring myself a third cup of coffee. “I believe congratulations are in order,” I say. “Two healthy princes and a Luna still living ...