Chapter 55

Lysandra’s POV — Vorlund

“It seems that nothing has changed, my brother,” Lorcan said as the servants began pouring wine into polished goblets. “You are still the same.”

I turned my head towards the table to try and ease the awkwardness. The table was already set before we entered, long and heavy, carved from dark wood that reflected the warm glow of candlelight. Platters of food had been arranged