A servant entered the room carrying a tray of food, which Esther immediately recognized as breakfast. But the portions were far too generous for one person, suggesting it had been prepared for more than just Gaara.
“Put it on the table,” Gaara instructed, his tone calm yet firm. The servant obeyed without a word, setting the tray down neatly before stepping away to leave.
Just as the servant turned toward the door, Esther took the chance to excuse herself as well. But before she could move even an inch, Gaara’s reflexes proved faster. His hand caught hers, effectively stopping her in place.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.
“I think I should go home,” Esther replied, avoiding his eyes.
“Eat something first, then I’ll let you go.”
“I’m not hungry, besides—” Her words stoppe
