Chapter 62

Felix walked over with two ceramic cups—one sleek and smooth, perfectly shaped, and the other so wonky and lopsided it was almost offensive to the eyes. "They're already done?" I asked, taking the hideous one from him. The more I looked at it, the worse it got. Clearly annoyed, Felix shot Silas a look. "Any longer in the kiln and my wife might've walked off with someone else." I stifled a laugh. He had heard my conversation with Silas, after all. I tugged lightly on the hem of Felix's shirt and gave him my best pleading look. "Didn't you say you liked coffee? Let's check out Mr. Somerton's coffee house, just for a bit?" He tried to resist, but in the end, compromised with a reluctant nod. I expected Silas' cafe to be tucked away somewhere quiet, maybe in a hidden alley. Instead, he pointed toward a small building right next to the main plaza. "That's my cafe," he said. Above the large wooden door was the word "coffee" in Valantian. The inside looked like something straight out