Page 152 of Psycho Pack

Understanding.

Like a song.

Nothing like the cold cruelty I'm used to.

"We have plenty of tablecloths," she adds.

She laughs a little.

She gestures to an attendant.

They hurry to clean up the mess.

Within moments, the spilled wine is gone.

New glass appears before me.

And a new glass appears before Whiskey.

As if nothing happened.

As if I didn't just prove how much I don't belong here.

I stare at the queen.

Can't comprehend her kindness.

In my world, mistakes are punished.

Harshly.

Especially by leaders.

But here...

Here, they act like it's nothing.

Like I'm not a monster in their midst.

I look over at Whiskey.

I'm still so confused.

He winks at me.

Why is he winking?

Is something in his eye?

Wait…

Did he do that to help me blend in?

Ivy's small hand finds mine under the table.

She squeezes gently.

Meeting her gaze unmasked makes me nervous.