Lyra

I forced myself to settle into one of the dining chairs in the room. I could see Isla wearing a smug expression as she dug into her food.

All I wanted was to relax in the comfort of my room and have dinner where I wouldn't have to suffer these two, but Rylan just had to be a d**k.

“This is some good mashed potatoes,” Isla remarked, bobbing her head like a lizard.

Rylan forced a smile. “Yes, the chef tried today.”

I shook my head, inhaled deeply, and began to dig into the food. ...