When I found myself seated at the dinner table that evening, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sort of tension in the air. I knew that I wasn’t the only one that picked up on it, because everyone else seemed to be unusually quiet throughout the meal. I didn’t think that there had been one person who had even done so much as look up from their plate, unless it had been to address one of the caterers.
I understood everyone’s behaviour, especially since I could guess that everyone knew what had been said during the meeting with the council. I didn’t know how everyone came to know, but I knew that they knew. Dae was seated beside Cire, who hadn’t even touched her food. She also looked a lot paler than she usually did, which was something that signified to me that she wasn’t the happiest per
