Abel picked up a gold cup to drink wine, chugging it down, and hissed in satisfaction. He smacked his lips, clearing his throat before picking up the cutlery to eat.
"So? The carriage left the capital?" he asked while slicing through the tender steak with his bloodstained hands. He forked it out and devoured it, shifting his pair of nonchalant eyes at Isaiah.
Isaiah stood several feet away from the host seat at the long dining table. He glanced at the other people occupying the seats around the long table. But unlike Abel, who had the appetite to eat, the people joining him in his meal were all... unconscious.
Some had their face on the plates, others were leaning back with their eyes opened. Most of them were men and only a few were women. But eating with the dead didn't faze Abel.
"Yes," Isaiah answered after a few seconds of silence, eyes back at Abel. "Marquess Vandran sent her off. He will deal with the people who were after her."
