Emory

“Who the fuck invited a mangy dog to our dinner party?”

Princess Opal’s words hang in the air as the rest of the room goes silent. It’s as if the rest of the guests are all waiting for me to respond to the loud, offensive statement, including Rainer, though I believe he’s just as taken aback by the assault as I am.

Either that or he’s just choosing to let me wage my own war.

But as I settle on a witty remark to politely say back to her, my voice is drowned out by the confident reply that comes from my right.

I can’t see him through Rainer’s...