Chapter 3

Silence smothered the banquet hall, a chill creeping up everyone’s spines, their hearts sinking into a pit of dread.

“No need to worry yourselves sick,” Mrs. Bennett said, her smile soft as a summer breeze, cutting through the tension. “These are just unwritten rules. Follow them, and you’ll be fine.”

She gestured to the table. “You’ve traveled far to reach us. You must be starving. Our chefs are exceptional, and I’m certain you’ll enjoy a fine meal.”

As she promised, the table was a feast for the eyes: delicate appetizers, hearty mains, decadent desserts, all arranged with meticulous care. In another setting, this could’ve been a lavish buffet, pure indulgence. But in this eerie place, with danger lurking in every shadow, most had no appetite.

More importantly, no one could be sure the food was safe.

Ethan paused, then mimicked Rosie, tying his napkin with deliberate care. He picked up his knife and fork, slicing into the steak before him. The meat, rare and tender, bled red juices with the lightest cut.

Ignoring the startled glances from the others, Ethan speared a piece and popped it into his mouth without hesitation, all while watching the host family’s every move.

Rosie and Mrs. Bennett dined with impeccable etiquette, silent as they savored their food, their movements graceful. Yet their eyes roamed over the guests, sharp with scrutiny, a cold glint buried deep within.

Bella, seated beside Ethan, kept her head down, nibbling at a slice of cream cake. Since her chilling greeting, she hadn’t spoken, as if the guests held no interest for her.

Lucas, catching Ethan’s lead, raised an eyebrow, his usual disdain replaced by a flicker of surprise. With a scoff, he grabbed a plate and began eating, relishing the flavors.