Leon spoke with the harsh certainty of someone who is already convinced of your wrongdoing.
"How dare you," he said. "Why would you keep this from me? You both knew where my brother was--last night--and you didn't tell me. Is this another plot? Are you trying to manipulate me?"
"Leon please," Minerva said. "We were going to tell you, we found out late last night--"
"Eve left dinner early!" Leon shouted. "I know where she went, I know what she learned! Why do you keep lying to me?!"
"It was more of an exaggeration..." Minerva stopped herself before she made the situation worse.
I glanced at Simon. He was shaken, clearly, but he seemed physically unharmed. He met my eyes and mouthed, 'I'm sorry.' I shook my head. He had nothing to apologize for.
Leon paced the room, his hands squeezing into fists and flexing open again.