Chapter 29

Eva

We were all in the dining room, waiting for Cyrus' return, when he walked through the doors.

I looked up and gasped at his appearance. His face was bloodied and bruised, and he almost looked unrecognizable. Nobody else seemed to have the same reaction as me, but they looked shocked alright.

What happened to him?

Cyrus sat on the head of the table with a groan. Despite his injuries, he seemed oddly pleased. It was either that, or he was faking it, and why would he do that when he was always so transparent about the way he felt?

"Good evening," he said to us all. "You should have started eating without me."

"We were worried about you," Brock said. "You weren't answering your calls, and we didn't know if something had happened to you."

"Hm," Cyrus said, and it was all that was said for a while. I glanced at his uncle and saw that he was looking at Cyrus with an expression that was...concerning. I was tired of their fighting, and felt anxious whenever it happened.

It seemed that t