Chapter 96

• Xavier
• “A human?” Caeser asked, a deep, wry chuckle escaping him. “Why, how would I know of any humans? I don’t associate with the lesser species.” He seemed to muse over the idea, carefully gathering his photos into a pile. “Quite the uproar you’re causing over a measly human maid, if you ask me. The same maid I’ve been hearing about since the festivities began, I assume?” He does not look at me, though a smile tugs at his face. “I have to say, I do not see the appeal. Nor do I understand your fascination with the species.”
• I searched my father’s eyes. He was good at hiding most things, but nothing could convince me that he was innocent in the matter. And judging by the way he would not look to me, I couldn’t help but think there was more to the matter.