Mauve gripped her cutlery with enough force to break it. If she had thought the second meal was uncomfortable, this one was practically unbearable. She tried to stab a piece of meat and missed. Thankfully, it didn't fly off the plate. With Lord Garth looking like he would come apart any minute, she didn't want to be the last straw, considering he was in a foul mood because of her.
Jael turned his gaze to her, and Mauve felt her eyes water. She managed a small smile, and he turned away. Could he not feel the tension in the air? It was like a hundred arrows were aimed her way. Not once had she glanced in the Garths' direction since walking into the dining hall. She didn't need to; she could feel the tension even from the entrance.
