Poisoning minds- Part 3
Calhoun picked up the teacup in his hand, and he leaned back, placing one leg of his over the other. Bringing the teacup to his lips, he took a long sip before humming in approval.
"How does it feel, grandmother? To be drinking tea that is made by your dearest grandson?"
Morganna had called Calhoun to interrogate him, but instead, the boy continued to get on her nerves. Pursing her lips, she said,
"This is never going to end, you know that, right? This cat and mouse game where we both are trying to make the other fall."
Calhoun took another sip from his cup until the teacup was empty, and he placed it back on the table with a clink. "You are right, but then you are wrong at the same time. To think we are equal, when you clearly know who has the upperhand," the corner of his lips pulled up.
"My son is blinded with the need to hold on to the throne like a child, and I don't care who holds the throne-"