Book Eight: Chapter 162

An hour passed, or at least it felt like one. Mike stifled a yawn. Whatever surveillance Charlotte had tasked him with was already incredibly boring. His mind kept wandering to thoughts of the house, and what he had missed. He thought about how he was going to make up for missing Halloween to his son. The young centaur was a clever negotiator, so he’d have to go into this discussion with options he was willing to pursue.

A door outside his range of vision clicked open, and a servant walked in. The man was carrying a massive tablecloth, which he spread across the table. Mike almost groaned in frustration when the servant left shortly after and he continued to watch nothing happen for at least another fifteen minutes.

When the door opened again, it was Lady Charlotte. She crossed the room with her head down and her hands clasped in front of her waist. Upon sitting at the table, she stared straight ahead.

There was no fanfare from the servants this time as the other v