For a moment, Lane just froze completely, even his breath dying in his lungs, his fingers tightening on the silver knife and the fork, which he still was holding, despite having not taken a single bite ever since the conversation started.
Then, he moved his eyes to Nyla, who was sitting with her head down, pushing the food around on her plate. She was listening, Lane knew she was, but she still remained silent. As if the conversation had nothing to do with her.
Which it didn't until now, yes, but now her 'potential' engagement with Damien was mentioned. And yet, she didn't react at all.
Lane moved his eyes back to his mother. Catherine was cold and composed, sipping some wine. She seemed serious. Lane thought it was weird when he had heard the rumors back in the Allen Guild, but still…
Once again, Lane's gaze drifted to his twin sister. Still silent.
…Did she not tell their parents what Damien had told her at the gala? That he was taken? Why wouldn't she?
