"She broke the table with one fist." Cillian mumbled in a soft surprised voice.
Like everyone else, they were sitting in their seats, looking down at the broken table parts and some broken porcelain. Some things had been lucky enough to stay intact.
"You should see her when we are hunting." Rekha said.
"She is a student at the academy, that is wonderful." Cillian's glorious laugh boomed in the room.
"Not exactly." Rekha said, standing up as she had to report for work. "She works with ghosts. Hunting supernatural creatures is a part tome gig."
Cillian turned his head to his wife, frowning deeply. "I am confused."
"I will explain." She said to him.
They all left the dining area one by one. Servants quickly came in to clean up and the butler ordered for a new table. He asked for the sturdiest table that the high-end furniture company had.
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