Silas Thornton: [Aren't you going to eat?]
Holly Wyatt paused, staring at the few simple words on the screen. She closed her eyes and steeled herself.
Holly Wyatt: [I'll eat. I'll eat it all.]
Silas Thornton: [Good.]
*
「The villa's dining hall.」
Holly Wyatt stared at the pitch-black ribs in front of her, her hand tightening around her chopsticks.
The smell of something burnt lingered in the air.
She swallowed hard and glanced at the pack of wolves around her.
The pack, whose eyes usually lit up at the sight of meat, now all turned their heads away, wishing they could disappear on the spot.
"Eat," Silas Thornton said, his lips pressed into a tight line. A flash of nervousness crossed his usually stern eyes.
Although he sat bolt upright in the main seat, his gaze kept darting to Holly Wyatt beside him.
Holly Wyatt furtively turned her head, her eyes unexpectedly meeting Silas Thornton's.
