Thalia's pov

Ianth took a sip through the straw of the juice in my hand. I thought he liked it. I thought he liked what I gave him for the first time.

"It tastes bland!"

A push against my hands. The juice cup went crumbling on the floor. I flinched at the sound. The mixture was sprawled on the floor like some horror green creature.

"What is the meaning of that?" My fists curled at my sides as I asked my son.

Ianth frowned, staring at the mess. "The juice was bland. It ...