Chapter 567: Sweet Teeth and Sharper Truths
Everyone turned to Dren.
Then, slowly—almost in sync—they turned back to Cat.
Cat did not look even remotely bothered.
She bit into the sugar-glazed fruit skewer in her hand, the hardened shell cracking cleanly under her teeth. The glossy coating split just enough to reveal the soft fruit beneath, and she chewed calmly.
Then she noticed them staring.
Her brows pulled together slightly.
"What?" she asked, completely unfazed. "Why are you all looking at me like that?"
Dren blinked at her.
Then at his empty hand.
Then back at her.
"You—"
Cat didn't let him finish.
She reached forward, grabbed the pouch she had dropped on the bed earlier, and pulled it open in one smooth motion.
"Joren's mother sent food," she said simply. "Good food. Focus on that instead."
There was a pause.
Then Sophia laughed.
It slipped out of her easily, warm and soft, her shoulders shaking slightly as she tried—and failed—to hold it in.
