The food tasted stale, the once fine meal turning to paste in my mouth at the stomach churning sight of the man that had tried to charm me with his money.
I could feel the malice he held for Darwin and the immense lust that he felt towards me. It was honestly disgusting, enough that it felt like I was going to throw up if he approached us.
And to my chagrin he did, legs weak from years of disuse hobbled towards our table, the butler that had informed us earlier carried a chit that he had placed under his master. The closer that the pig got to us the stronger the sense of list I felt from his emotions.
I had to just close my eyes, shutting off any sense of sight that I had. Darwin next to me felt anger, his own emotions mixing with mine. In the whole world of darkness that I had isolated myself in, he was the only constant. The one which brought peace to my soul.
