A Dark Fantasy Spy

“That’s more chaotic than I imagined.”

I thought being a Count meant you were all high and mighty with a fat wallet, but boy, was I wrong!

“I absolutely refuse to eat this!”

“Aida, outside there are folks starving who’d give anything for even this. No more whining!”

My little sister Aida flung the bread away and started to wail while our dad, Count Bradley Somerset, gave her a serious lecture.

I looked down at the meal in front of me, realizing that dining in a noble household might look a lot like an ordinary family’s dinner.

On the table was a bowl of watery mystery soup and some bread that could probably double as a doorstop.

Definitely not kid-friendly grub!

Determined to eat, I tried dipping the bread into the soup, but the moment I pulled it apart—

Crack!

Did I just hear a loud snap like a tree branch breaking?