Mirellie
The smile disappeared from Calliope’s face so quickly I wasn’t even surprised. For one brief second, she simply stood there staring at us. Or more specifically, staring at me sitting beside Evander. I immediately wished the floor would open and swallow me whole.
The dining room suddenly felt too quiet, too tense and very small.
“What’s going on?” Calliope asked. Her voice sounded sweet. The kind of sweet she used when she was trying very hard not to scream.
I lowered my eyes to my plate and focused on the bread in front of me. Maybe if I kept eating, I could somehow disappear.
Beside me, Evander looked completely unaffected by the tension radiating from her.
“Mirellie hasn’t been eating properly,” he replied. “I’m making sure she eats.”
Silence.
I didn’t need to look up t
