"Where is she? Where is Mora!" Mina's voice shrieked, reverberating like a metal being thrown on the ground, attracting attention as eyes gazed at her with questioning looks on their faces before they gazed toward the only vacant seat, which was also the one Mora loved to sit. It was empty.
Ryker stood up, his eyes gazing around as if he was under the scrutiny of the area.
"Where could she be?" He asked no one in particular and he moved to put his arm around her shoulder awkwardly.
Mara sat, a blaze of indignation burned furiously into her body, making her hum, fumingly jerking her legs and tapping her fingers on the traditional carved dining table. She knew it was a setup, an attempt to get Mina's way. She had to wait to get a glimpse of what Mina really wanted. She definitely caught
