Meredith.
I was restless. Ever since watching that news broadcast earlier, I hadn’t been able to relax. I didn’t know why it bothered me so much.
I had a thousand questions, and I didn’t know who to trust them with.
So, when the clock finally crept toward the time Dennis and I had agreed on for my next driving lesson, I didn’t wait. I left early with Kira trailing behind me, arriving at the open stretch of field near the end of the estate nearly fifteen minutes early.
The sun was forgiving today. Not hot, not too bright. The breeze was cool, teasing the edges of my skirt as I stood waiting, arms folded, mind racing.
The gravel crunched under my boots as I paced a few steps, then stood still again.
Kira stood nearby, her arms folded tightly in front of her, casting glances at me every few seconds like I was made of glass.
"My lady," she murmured after a while, "would you like to sit for a while? Standing here too long—"
"I’m fine," I cut in gently. "Truly."
I didn’t want to sit. I didn’t want to be still. I needed to see Dennis.
Thankfully, I didn’t wait too long.
A familiar black car approached from the distance, coasting down the gravel with the easy confidence of someone who had driven this path a thousand times. As it pulled up beside me, I let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding.
Dennis stepped out. He looked... annoyingly good.
A fitted black turtle-neck shirt hugged his frame, the sleeves rolled just slightly at the wrists. His dark jeans were paired with that usual disarming smile that always looked effortless but felt oddly rare in this place.
"You’re early," he said, walking over to me.
I nodded. "I just couldn’t wait."
He chuckled. "It’s nice having an enthusiastic student."
I turned to Kira and gave her a small nod. "You can go back to the house now."
She hesitated, shifting uneasily. It was obvious she still wasn’t entirely comfortable leaving me alone—especially after the whole Wanda incident. I didn’t blame her.
Dennis noticed too.
"I will bring her back when we are done," he told Kira kindly. "Promise."
Kira looked at me again, then finally bowed. "Please be careful, my lady." And with that, she turned and walked back toward the estate.
I waited until she disappeared past the hedges before speaking again.
"You look better than I expected," I said, narrowing my eyes slightly. "But I heard you came back injured yesterday."
Dennis raised a brow and took a slow step forward. "Oh? Who told you that?"
I didn’t answer.
Instead, I just stared at him.
His smile twitched, and then he shook his head. "You really don’t back down, do you?"
"No," I said plainly.
He exhaled with mock defeat, placing both hands on his waist like a man surrendering to fate. "Okay, fine. Yes, I was injured. But I’m fine now. Look." He spread his arms and did a slow, dramatic turn in front of me.
I scanned him. The movements were smooth, too smooth. But my eyes caught on the fabric at his throat. That high collar. That neat little concealment. There was something under there—I was sure of it.
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