One bonus chapter to show my appreciation to all my supportive readers! Enjoy!
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As Vance hurried out of the dining hall, followed by several cult members, the room's focus naturally drifted toward the commotion at the door.
It was all the opportunity Gavriel and Aliana needed.
Without breaking their blank expressions, both casually lowered their forks beneath the edge of the table. In one quick motion, they let the meat drop silently onto the carpeted floor before bringing their empty cutlery back to their plates.
When Gwen finally turned her attention back to them a moment later, she caught the rhythmic motion of their jaws as they pretended to chew.
A victorious smirk spread across her features as she took it as absolute proof that they had swallowed the food and fallen under the spell.
"So..." she purred, leaning her elbow on the white tablecloth and resting her chin in her hand. "How is the food… Gavriel?"
