“I’m fine, Mother.” Bellamy pulls Rakos closer by the hand and doesn’t let go. “Thanks to Rakos.” Margot lifts her chin, fixing Rakos with a calculating stare. “So I’ve heard.” Her attention returns to Bellamy. “I look forward to hearing the tale of your journey from your own lips. Julien’s letter was rather colorful.” “As if he has room to judge,” Claude mutters.
