POV: Dinah
Mara doesn't say another word for the rest of dinner.
When Isolde finally sets down her silverware, Mara, though she hasn't finished eating, follows suit, putting hers down as well.
Anna, who has been waiting outside the dining room, immediately comes over to help Isolde to the living room. Mara stands up and follows them out like a loyal shadow.
My piece of fish still sits untouched in my bowl. I set down my fork too, ready to leave, when an Omega comes over holding a porcelain bowl.
"Miss Dinah, this is your evening tonic."
Three doses a day. It is enough to drive anyone mad.
Jax leans over curiously, peering into the bowl. "What’s that? Magic brew?"
I take the bowl, inhale deeply, and down it in one go. It still tastes like dirt and iron. "Yeah."
Cade, who had just b
