Muna’s POV
Surviving fate to sit at this table was hard luck to me. I knew it would never last. The atmosphere was thick with resentment and everyone watching my next move.
“Are you alright, Muna?” Devin asked. His hands touching me roused me from my thoughts. I realized I’ve been staring at the soup since we got in.
“I’m fine,” I said with a half-baked smile, but his eyes never left my face like he waited for me to give away something.
Dylan looked out of character as he played with his soup. He looked to be thinking as he stirred it around. The tension was present in our midst, thick as the soup we meant to drink.
Devin heaved a sigh as he dropped back to his chair, wiping his mouth with a tablecloth. He looked to be the only one who could whip up an appetite.
We couldn’t get any
