Logan sat at the massive dining table, its sixteen chairs standing like silent sentinels around the countless dishes spread before him. Maids and butlers stood in a stiff line against the walls, their gazes trained, waiting for orders, while Zander ate silently. The faint clink of cutlery against his plate was the only sound breaking the heavy stillness.Zander’s sharp eyes flicked to the boy, who sat motionless, his plate untouched. Setting his knife down, Zander leaned back, his cold, commanding gaze narrowing on the boy."Kid."No response. Logan’s small frame remained tense, his brown eyes fixed blankly on the food in front of him."Logan."Startled, the boy jerked his head up, his moist eyes finally meeting Zander’s."What’s wrong? You don’t like the food?" Zander asked, his tone low but firm.Logan lowered his gaze again, his small hand gripping the fork tightly. "It’s fine," he mumbled, barely audible."Then eat. You must be hungry," Zander urged, a rare softness slipping into
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