Chapter 409

The room fell silent, eyes darting between Silas and Calliope. A few curious souls also glanced at Uriah, who stood on the steps looking impossibly dashing.

"What's Calliope up to now?" someone muttered, watching as she picked up a bottle of whiskey, suspicion clouding their gaze.

The group seated at the table in front of Calliope exchanged bewildered looks as she reached for the bottle.

"This one's empty, right?" Calliope asked, holding up the bottle. "Mind if I borrow it?"

The people at the table nodded, still trying to process what was happening.

With determination in her stride, Calliope headed towards Gideon.

His grip on Silas loosened as shards of glass scattered

the pain, didn't even clutch his wound. He stared at

can give you another go," Calliope said

back, shock and awe mingling in their expressions. Some even

clapping. "That's

a word; a slight smirk played on his lips, clearly

Gideon stammered, his thoughts

now? Good, because I have a few things to say," Calliope continued,

began, but

Try 'Aunt Calliope'

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