Breakfast continued as if nothing had happened, yet an underlying tension lingered in the air. Islinda couldn't shake the feeling of Gabbi's scrutinizing gaze, and it wasn't surprising; after their tense exchange earlier, the human likely suspected something was amiss.
The meal was delicious and Derek was the only person who did not join them at the table. Islinda found herself harboring a newfound disdain for him. She didn't consider herself one to hold grudges, but lately, she couldn't seem to let certain things slide. That damned bodyguard had managed to worm his way onto her blacklist, and she vowed to exact her revenge in due time.
Prince Wayne was the first to finish his meal, a routine occurrence, and he sauntered off to his usual mysterious whereabouts. Islinda wasn't bothered by his comings and goings, as he always seemed to find his way back to her eventually.
