Max’s father, Tiberius, stepped forward, holding out his hand to us. “It’s a pleasure to see you both again.” He looked regal in a dark blue suit and a white cravat. We took his hand in turn, exchanging pleasantries before the air was cut with the sharpness of Lionel’s voice. “Well, I’m famished,” he said coldly, looking to Hamish. “Will we be made to stand here all day?” “No, High Lord. We can move this pumping party bus straight into the dining room, hm?” he offered, looking nervous as he dabbed at his brow. Lionel nodded curtly, barely sparing us a glance as he headed after Hamish, taking
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