Tiana
I arrived at the dining hall later than usual, my body still aching from yesterday’s confrontation with Zane.
He had not hurt me physically.
But the way he had cornered me in that hallway and demanded answers I didn’t have, had left bruises in my heart.
The dining hall was already occupied when I entered.
Zane sat at the head of the table, his posture perfect as always, a cup of coffee halfway to his lips. He paused mid-sip when he saw me, his eyes tracking my movement across the room.
I didn’t look at him, even as I had felt his gaze on my skin.
I took a seat three chairs down from him and tucked myself into it.
A servant appeared immediately, setting a plate of eggs and toast in front of me. I murmured my thanks, though my appetite had vanished the moment I had walked in.
