It was a perfectly dreadful day. The kind of day that made a person want to dive back beneath the covers or curl up with a good spell book or two. Gray clouds hovered over the Mercier family home while a cold drizzle attempted to wash away the muck and mire of New Orleans. Honestly, that was too big of a task for rain. Hell, even floods couldn’t get rid of the stench permeating the area. I had no complaint with the weather. My issue ran a lot deeper than an atmospheric alteration.
Lowering the curtain, I returned to my seat at the head of the dining room table. It had been hours since I had last spoken to Kenrick, and I wasn’t happy about it. Not because I missed his presence. Okay, maybe just a tad. My funk had to do with how we left things between us.
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