Chapter 63: That felt good?
Emma, who had been glaring into her stew as if it had personally offended her, frowned deeply, her small nose wrinkling. Grey's reaction was more physical. There was a soft, sharp snap from her direction. She looked down, seemingly surprised, at the two halves of her wooden spoon now lying in her lap. She quietly placed the pieces beside her bowl and went back to staring into the fire, her expression unreadable.
Snow, in contrast, looked the picture of calm. She took another delicate, slow spoonful of her stew, as if she wasn't offended by their interaction whatsoever.
But a closer look would reveal a subtle stiffness in her jaw, her shoulders looked a bit tense as well.
Her blue eyes, reflecting the flames, watched the exchange between Adrian and Amy with the calm, still focus of a snake observing a particularly active little bird that would soon become it's prey.
After their moment of laughter, Adrian, still intrigued, pondered for a moment.
