Mrs. Thompson exchanged a brief look with one of the maids before turning back to the pups. She had expected this. They had never been very good at being separated from their parents for long, and twenty-four hours was a much bigger challenge.
"All right," Mrs. Thompson said calmly. "If you don't want to eat, that's your choice."
The three pups looked at her.
"But you won't be seeing your parents yet either."
Elyon's face fell. "Why?"
"Because your mother and father asked for a private day together. When you finish your meals, I'll tell them you're ready to see them."
Bryan looked down at his untouched plate, then back at Mrs. Thompson. "Really?"
She nodded. "Really."
"But if you refuse to eat, you'll have to wait."
