Nineteen
Justice, with Jackson stalking along at her side, followed Zarb into the dining hall. She had slept through breakfast and the lingering smell of food had her salivating, though her appetite diminished when the wardens filling most of the tables became silent at their entry. Zarb steered them toward a table in the far corner. Years spent with bodyguards keen to exploit any weakness had taught her to keep her feelings hidden, but doubt ate at her with Jackson being around so many wardens at once.
Zarb had assured her it would be fine, that the wardens would not interfere while he accompanied them. But Justice worried they were making a mistake. Jackson had injured a number of his fellow wardens during his escape and she could feel their dark stares, heard their angry mutterings.
