Dawnlark Plains the imp of the perverse

Atreus’s face twitched. His family didn’t want him but they did need him, according to Aunt Avicus. She didn’t give a rat’s ass how he felt. None of them did, except perhaps for Ancelin. His heart twinged as he thought of his brother.

He glared right back at her, heart pounding, and said nothing. She didn’t want Atreus, her nephew, to come home. She just wanted another subordinate to fall in line and do what he was told. Atreus refused to bow his head or his will to someone who couldn’t be bothered to offer anything in return, not even a single gesture of familiar warmth that would cost her nothing.