Celine's POV
I heard the sound of Mr Cassian's shoes fading down the hall, and I tried to breathe a sigh of relief, but I couldn't; I still felt anxious, as the whole house still felt like he was around, with all these guards standing around as if they were waiting for me to breathe wrongly.
When the door finally clicked shut behind him, I hissed out, and one of the guards turned to stare at me weirdly, as if I had committed a taboo against their boss.
I stared at my plate. Half-eaten toast, untouched eggs, the thin film of coffee swirling in my cup. My stomach turned again.
I wanted to eat, I really did, my stomach was growling loudly as an indicator, but the tension in my throat made swallowing feel impossible.
Across the room, I could feel Ms Madison's gaze from the corner, though she pretended to be busy dusting the side cabinet. Her movements were calm and practiced, but her eyes remained fixed on me; she seemed to be constantly watching me.
