The Prey

I sat awkwardly, my hands folded in my lap as the scents of Russian pelmeni, Italian pasta, and American-style steak swirled together. The spread was lavish, but my appetite was buried somewhere under everything I’d just witnessed.

Judas sat beside me, composed as ever and I didn’t know how he could keep his expression unreadable. On his other side, Ralph leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm against the table. Across from me, Rara sat between Killian and Alexei, her movements tense but deliberate as she passed a plate of bread. Alexei looked deep in thought, his fingers tracing the rim of his untouched...