Chapter 24
The table was laden with an elaborate breakfast spread that could have fed thirty people: fresh fruit, pastries, eggs prepared three different ways, bacon, sausages, pancakes, waffles, yogurt, granola, fresh-squeezed juice in crystal pitchers, and coffee in a silver service that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent.
It was a display of wealth and excess that would have been obscene even if they hadn't been forcing their daughter to eat scraps in a basement.
"Ravyn," Eleanor said as she entered, her voice carrying the false warmth of a hostess greeting an acquaintance she didn't particularly like but had to be polite to. "How lovely of you to join us. Please, sit."
She gestured to the empty chair beside Aspen, and Ravyn felt her stomach sink. Of course they'd se
