Chapter 97

• Once the three of them arrived, Meruv seemed to have nothing left to say or do. Damien had gone all out, hiring a Michelin-starred chef to prepare dinner. Logan showed up carrying two bottles of wine good stuff, no doubt and Little Treasure tugged me away from the edge of the table, like he owned the place.
• There we were: five people, gathered around the table, each of us wrapped in a strange kind of silence, heavy but unspoken. If it weren’t for Logan’s endless chatter, the tension would have suffocated us all. We ate, talked in fits and starts, but the air never quite warmed.
• Then, in a rare moment of levity, Logan raised his glass. “Alright, everyone, let’s toast to our great star’s triumphant return! Second Uncle’s got the first one for you!”