“I’ll go.” Casteel’s head whipped toward me. “Absolutely not.” “That won’t work on me,” I stated, putting my fork down. His eyes narrowed as essence pulsed through them. “Want to bet?” “It would be a boring bet because you would lose,” I countered. “Oh, man,” Delano murmured, fully halfway down in his chair now. “Mother and Father are fighting,” Emil remarked under his breath. “Again.”
