Chapter Forty-Six

Graeven’s body tensed and Kaelith pulled away slightly to find the person behind the voice. Across the dining hall Silas was shaking his head back and forth. He stood up and stumbled until he caught himself on the table. He was drunk, at one in the afternoon.

Thane chuckled slightly. “Oh go get another drink and calm down, Silas.”

“Shut the fuck up, Thane or I’ll sew your lips shut for you,” Sila