Our gazes locked across the wide expanse of the mahogany table. My own sad, green eyes—clouded with an unyielding fear met his dark, bottomless depths. For a torturous few seconds, Fredrick assessed my features, his heavy brows dipping into a harsh, cold frown. Then, with an agonizing air of indifference, he snapped his eyes away from me as if I were utterly insignificant.
“Of course you are insignificant to him, “my mind whispered cruelly.
"You may sit," Kendra chirped, her tone dripping with a sassy, calculated dominance, as if she already wore the queen crown. I could have sworn I heard Rue let out a soft, mocking snort from across the table.
As we all sank back into our chairs, Fredrick and Kendra approached the head of the table, their arms still tightly intertwined. A knot of pure
