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MIKANDRA FOLLOWED the brothers into the dining room, where Gillay hastily put an extra plate on the table without batting an eyelid or questioning her presence.
She ladled soup from the terrine in the middle of the table and placed plates with rolls of fish bread next to each soup plate.
The soup smelled heavenly. It was thick and rich and creamy. The bread radiated warmth and spread a wonderful aroma through the room. When Mikandra broke a piece off, steam rose from it. Rosep made fish bread, but it was nothing like this.
No one said anything while they ate. Braedon’s face was pale. Taerzo’s hair was all mussed up from sleeping on the couch. Gillay came back with tea, poured out cups and left again with a tray of soup and a steaming cup of tea. “I’ll bring this to the mistress.”
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