Chapter 47 The Capo's Grip

• She sat beside Luxia, and it wasn’t just her usual quiet this time. Normally, Munda wasn’t the chattiest, but she’d nod or add a word here and there just to show she was following. But tonight felt different… off.
• She didn’t say a single thing.
• Her head stayed low, eyes on her plate, and the way she moved her fork around slowly, barely eating, said a lot more than words could. Something was wrong. Something had clearly happened.