Meredith.
Draven was the first to finish eating.
The soft clatter of his cutlery hitting the empty plate seemed to draw all eyes in the room, though he didn't rush.
He wiped his mouth with a napkin, folded it, and turned slightly, his gaze settling on me.
"Your training has been postponed till evening," he said, his voice calm and composed.
I blinked. I was completely surprised by the change of schedule, but I simply nodded. "Alright."
Without another word, he rose from the table and left the hall, boots quiet against the stone floor.
Jeffery stood too and followed him, ever the silent shadow.
Dennis leaned in a little toward me, his eyes darting briefly to the far side of the table, towards Wanda. I caught the small furrow between his brows before he looked back at me.
It was as if he was afraid to leave me alone with Wanda, but I wasn't even bothered.
