I Will Not Ask You Where

Rook - for she was very abruptly Rook again, no casual familiarity in her suddenly blank features - shoved her chair back from the table with a horrible screech and slammed her hands down on either side of her empty bowl hard enough to make the spoon clatter against the porcelain. “Drop it.” It was a command, growled out almost as deeply as Taash could make their voice go. “I don’t have any family, I don’t want to talk about it, and I would rather go back to Weisshaupt than go looking for them.” She stood, and something in her stiff posture reminded Lucanis of Caterina. “Thank you for dinner, Lucanis. I think I’m going to turn in early.”Or, Harding puts her foot in her mouth and Spite is the only one brave enough to do something about it.