Chapter 334
- “Not everyone,” Clare whispers, nodding toward a table near ours, but I don’t recognize any of the people seated at it. Our way of life doesn’t allow me to overlook them; I memorize who is seated near whom, taking in every face.
- “Oh, look,” Mother announces suddenly as a thrall waiter approaches. “Dessert.”
- Tara shoots me an expression that promises we’ll talk later.