Cedric pulled a low-grade mana stone from his pocket, the faint blue light humming in his palm. He dropped it onto the counter with a dull clink, then reached over and plucked one of the tomatoes from the wooden shelf.
Cedric's jaw tightened as he swallowed the last bite, his pride warring with the undeniable calm flooding through him. He wanted to scoff, to call it coincidence, but the steadiness in his thoughts betrayed him.
He reached forward and snatched another one off the shelf before Cedric could protest.
Rowen's gaze flicked to him briefly, but he said nothing.
Alric turned the tomato over in his hand as if inspecting it for hidden tricks. Then, without warning, he bit down hard.
Crunch.
Juice spilled over his lips and slid down his throat. He grimaced at the sourness, ready to scoff
but his words caught in his mouth.
