Samuel watched her, a soft, protective smile touching his lips beneath his guard's helmet. "Make sure you don't drink any water right after eating those, wife. If you do, you'll get a terrible stomach ache."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Heena mumbled around a mouthful of green grams, not even looking up.
It was surprisingly therapeutic. For the next half hour, the only sound inside the carriage was the rhythmic snapping of vegetable pods. But the second the thirty-minute mark hit, the peaceful atmosphere shattered.
Heena suddenly froze. She dropped the remaining grams onto the tray, pulled out a silk handkerchief, and meticulously wiped her hands and mouth. Her sleepy, bored gaze instantly sharpened into a lethal, predatory focus.
She was ready to fight.
