Meredith.
"Thankfully, you are able to join us for breakfast," Wanda said sweetly from her seat.
I didn't even glance in her direction. Whatever game she was playing this morning—whether it was guilt, performance, or petty sabotage—I wasn't going to play along.
She could sit there and smile herself into oblivion for all I cared.
From the head table, Draven's voice broke the silence. "I don't see Dennis here. Where is he?"
Jeffery, sitting just beside me, answered smoothly, "He just finished his morning run. He will be here soon."
And just like that, footsteps echoed from the corridor beyond. I tilted my head slightly to the side, curious but unprepared for what I saw.
It was him.
The handsome man with the horse. The one I had vented to in the garden yesterday.
And he was… walking straight up to Draven.
"Good morning, brother," he said with a wide grin, and my stomach dropped.
