Cora (Dollar) POV
The food hall was crowded, making the guards antsy. I don't blame them; it would be difficult to protect us in this situation. We took a seat, and one of the guards left to get our meal. They didn't want us lining up to take our turn; I understand, and honestly, I didn't want to stand in line either. The men shifted on their feet, eyes everywhere, constantly chatting on their earpieces.
We ate our snack; it was just a fruit salad with vanilla ice cream, something Ruby felt in the mood for, and I joined in so she wasn't eating alone. Some of the men ate snacks while looking around; a few were sitting at tables, eyeing everyone, trying to look normal, huh, as if strong men looking so mean could look normal; they looked too edgy and alert to be normal.
Suddenly, there was
