Dove pov
I stare down at where my hand tightly grips my fork, my knuckles pale.
We've been sat at a sweeping table dressed in a white linen tablecloth and adorned with crystal centrepieces and gummy candles that lazily flicker and ripple light over us.
Servants have swept in, serving us a plates of duck with steamed and roasted vegetables and some kind of salty sauce that I'm trying hard not to devour.
My urgent appetite persists despite the unpleasant seating arrangement that has my senses prickling.Claude sits to my left while Varian flanks my right. He's deep in conversation with Ciella and Eden who are opposite me, with Ida on my sisters right.
I've never understood the appeal of meditation until this very moment, but I may be a convert.
"You look mouthwatering this evening," Cla
