
“You can’t do it, you know.”
Amory’s quiet voice made him jump, sloshing the wine in his delicate goblet, but thankfully not spilling it. He hadn’t noticed Amory coming to his side. “Do what?”
“Live for your father, or even as your father expects.”
Anger simmered suddenly inside Cathal, but he kept his voice low so only Amory could hear. “It’s not that simple.”