Breakfast felt like torture for Tavian and Jason. They sat painfully stiff at the long table, barely breathing between bites. Every muscle in their bodies was tight, their hands trembling each time their cutlery scraped against their plates. The food tasted like nothing. Gazes glued to their plates, chewing silently, wishing that the breakfast would just end already.
If only there were a way to fast-forward time. To blink and teleport out of this war-zone of a dining table. Because this table… this table was hell. Every moment was another spike of tension.
Eberhard ate with short, angry bites. His jaw shifted sharply as he chewed, and beneath the table his fist kept tightening, tendons straining, knuckles whitening. Besides him, Nikki did nothing to hide her open glare. Her eyes never left Rhea for more than a second, each look dripping with disdain and venom.
Meanwhile, three people seemed entirely unbothered.
