Chapter Seven(22)
The table was silent once more, and each finished the breakfast at different paces.
‘Hey,’ Alberto broke the ice, putting down the plate and letting it vanish in a flash like the table had gobbled it up. ‘Why the silence? Did you finally find the arrow I had accidentally put into your hood? Don’t tell me that you didn’t feel it until you lay down.’
He grinned at Lydia, and Lydia scowled. She was still in her black dress, except with a jacket, which had a hood that hang half tucked behind her back. She reached behind her for the hood as if to check, and dropped her knife, which got snatched by Alberto.
He began to spin it with his left hand, placing the other hand palm downwards on the table. Cecy met Lydia’s eyes, and swiftly caught at the loosely gripped knife, dragging it away before it could fly off and end up imbedded on the opposite table.