Silver Moraine Now your life is out of season

He was too busy swiping angrily at his damp eyes to worry about his father’s reaction, at least for a few seconds. But soon the creeping dread arrived. Atreus sucked in a breath, holding it, eyes bright and blinking.

But Aventus didn’t react the way Atreus expected. Rather than feel reassured by this, alarm bells started going off in the back of his mind. He was in very hot water right now, he suspected, only a degree or two away from boiling.

It was never more important for Atreus to say the right thing, but all he could manage was a lame, By… looking everywhere. Just like the last time, the act of speech itself seemed to trigger his tear ducts, which began leaking now in earnest.