Chapter 58
The faint clanking of spoon against porcelain and the crunching of food was the only sound that now filled the silent dining room. The three men sat in a long rectangle of light spilling through tall windows, each of them focused on attending to their own plates, the room echoing softly with the rhythm of silverware and breath.
But Kairen had other plans.
This silence—it was perfect. Too perfect. A calm waiting to be cracked.
The ideal moment to continue his petty stunts.
As he ate, he began letting out subtle, soft, but disturbing fake groans, the kind that sounded like someone trying not to wince from pain. He wasn't in any pain, not even close. It was all performance. His latest act for a one-man audience.
Sebastian heard them clearly but didn't care—at least, not outwardly. His face was the picture of detached indifference, jaw tightening just once before returning to its casual pace.
