"Type of grandfather you will be," Guinevere repeated. "As in absent or long-lost?"
Her tone did not match the racing thoughts in her mind. Maddox either hadn't returned to his chambers yet to know she was missing, or he was looking for her. But even if he was, Lord Solandris's tent would be the last place he would ever check and Marek, without a doubt, would have done something to throw him off her trail.
"You will show respect to a lord, girl," Eron growled, breaking her out of her spiral. "Learn your place."
"He's had twenty years to be a grandfather and he opened with demons. I think my tone is proportional, Uncle," she replied. "Can I call you uncle?"
He opened his mouth, but no words came out, as if the word 'uncle' had slapped him.
Kael raised his glass. "That looks like a yes to me. Welcome to the family, Uncle Eron."
Eron shook his head once. "I am not your uncle, girl."
"Denial. Textbook new-uncle behavior," Kael said with a solemn nod.
