Chapter 26 Taytra
The dawn bell had yet to ring, and sleep still hung heavy in everyone’s eyes, Taytra’s own eyes felt puffy and raw from crying, but tired as she was, Taytra hadn’t felt so awake in weeks. She was ready. She bounced her leg, the heel of her boot clicking incessantly on the floor.
Beside her, Ward slipped a hand to her thigh, stilling the movement. “Relax. We will get started soon,” he whispered, nudging the tray of breakfast food toward her again.
“I can’t eat yet. It’s too early.”
“You say that now, but if Serena got us in for the meeting, we might not get to eat again until the dinner bell. Eat,” he said sagely. “’Cause I for one don’t want to listen to your stomach howling for food later.” He handed her a biscuit.
“My stomach is not that loud.” She grouched, mak
