Chapter 22

Emily POV

After the Knightshade’s left, we sat down to supper and chatted about our neighbors. I pondered over the interaction between the elder Knightshade and his wife. She was a lovely woman and Annabeth did not fuss in her arms. That told me a lot. Babies could usually sense if someone meant them harm or had bad intentions. And since she didn’t fuss, I wasn’t concerned.

But what I did ponder over was the fact that Draco seemed so sure of himself. He carried an air of confidence. What happened to that confidence that would cause him to accidentally cut himself with the scissors. And then he brushed aside my concern, as if the cut was nothing.

“Emily?” Clara’s voice cut into my thoughts.

“What, I’m sorry. I was lost in thought,” I answered her.

“Why dinna ye sit with Joseph for a while this evening. We’ll take ca