Cassandra's POV
Forks stopped mid-air. Murmurs died out. Every pair of eyes in the room shifted to us, no, to me.
Sebastian didn’t so much as blink. His grip around my waist stayed firm, guiding me to the long table like he didn’t notice the dozens of elders drilling holes into us with their stares.
I noticed. Heavens, I noticed.
The elders sat scattered, each one with the same piercing, judgmental expression. Some had their lips pressed so tight they were almost white. Others looked on with disgust in their eyes. Did they hate humans so much in general or was it just me?
Sebastian pulled out a chair and lowered me into it. He didn’t let go until I was properly seated, then. Then he sat beside me, close enough that his arm brushed mine whenever he moved.
Someone who I guessed was the
