Regulus’ POV

“So,” Uncle asked, biting a piece of angel food cake off his fork. “How did it go?”

“I think she hates me more than ever now.” I tucked myself back into my trousers, shutting the door on the two satyresses who might have trouble walking for the next couple of days and the beginnings of a light cold.

I did not take them gently because of the frustrations of my continued problem (Raquel). Not that they ...