Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Chapter 47.

She wipes her hands on the apron and walks toward me. "I’m Margaret. You don’t need to stand there looking lost. Come, come Sit."

Her tone leaves no room for argument. She gestures to the table near the window. I hesitate for half a second, then do as I’m told.

"Did you sleep alright" she asks, already moving back toward the stove.

"As well as I could," I say honestly.

She hums, like that’s the answer she expected. "First nights are always strange. Food helps." She talks with a slight accent like she’s not really from here.

I watch her work, she moves with ease, grace and efficiency. She Knows where everything is without looking. Plates warming. Eggs sizzling quietly. Bread toasting.

"Zane will be down shortly," she adds. "He doesn’t like to be late."

I nod. Of course he doesn’t.

She sets a cup in front of me. A full cup of teas with Steam curling up.

"Drink ," she says. "You’ll feel better."

I wrap my hands around the cup. The warmth seeps into my fingers, I take a sip. It helps more than I want to admit.

A few minutes pass in comfortable silence.

Then footsteps.

Heavy and measured.

Zane enters the kitchen like he owns the space because well..... he does. Dressed casually but still put together. Dark shirt. Sleeves rolled. Hair slightly damp like he showered recent

The driver from yesterday is with him. The same one who handed me the EpiPen. He nods when he sees me.

"Morning," Zane says.

"Morning," I reply

That’s it. No warmth. Just acknowledgement.

Margaret places plates on the table.fhll with losts of dishes on it. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Sit," she tells him the same way she told me.

And he does....i guess her tone works on every one

The driver takes a seat farther down, clearly used to this routine.

We eat quietly at first, just cutlery sounds and Coffee pouring.

Zane glances at me once. Just once.

"You settle in alright" he asks.

"Yes."

Nothing more. No follow-up.

Margaret watches us like she’s pretending not to but definitely is because I catch her eyes a few times.

After a moment, she says, "If you need anything in the house, you ask me."

I meet her eyes. "Thank you."

She smiles.. all teeth, genuine and bright

Zane finishes his coffee and stands. "I have meetings in a few "

Of course.

He looks at me. "You’re free to do as you like today."

That’s not reassuring. It almos sounds like a warning.

"Mhm ," I say.

His mouth twitches like he almost smiles but doesn’t. Then he turns to leave.

His driver following behind him , I should probably get to know his name and stop calling him driver in my head.

Margaret waits until they’re gone, then looks back at me.

"Well," she says lightly, "welcome home darling ."

I don’t know what to say to that.

So I sip my tea and let the quiet settle around me.

Zane turns on his way out, facing me fully now .

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