Miraculously, there was not a single word that came out for the whole time Cosie and Noel brought in the dishes to the dining hall. However they kept glaring daggers at each other from across the room, continuing a silent fight of lifted chins and sneering mouths. Never did they stay at least a meter from the other, as though they were magnets with similar charges, repelling until the end.
I had finished eating, setting the fork and spoon onto the table. As I downed a glass of water, Nikolas—who sat across me—was wiping the corners of his lips with a napkin.
I brought my elbow atop the tabletop, and sighed. "The blood-wielders won't be the death of me, it's those two."
Niko poured a bit of champagne into his wine glass. "Who? Ah, you mean the maids."
