HAZEL
New Omega maids came in.
They moved quickly and even more professionally. Like nothing had happened at all. Like there wasn't blood still on the floor near the door, like the screaming hadn't stopped echoing in my ears just seconds ago.
They served the food without looking at any of us. Plates came down in front of me. Something with roasted vegetables and meat I didn't recognize. The smell was good though. It was rich, savory and entirely at odds with what had just occurred.
I picked up my fork.
Around the table, everyone else did the same.
We ate.
The silence was complete. Not the comfortable kind where people were simply focused on their meal. This was the kind that pressed down on your chest. The kind that made you aware of every small sound. The scrape of a knife. The soft clink of a glass being set down. Someone's breathing, slightly too fast.
I looked up.
Just a glance. Just enough to take in the table without seeming like I was studying them.
