“Hey.” James said standing and pulling out a stool for me to sit at a black granite bar they were eating at.
“Hi.” I offered trying to continue to mask that I was still afraid of them.
The size of the kitchen is just as impressive as the rest of the mansion. Deep black and grey slate slabs cover the floor. Light ivory timber cupboards with golden hinged fixtures close on magnetic strips. A black porcelain basin sink is the size of a small bath. Given the rest of the mansion, something like the kitchen, is just as luxurious with the finest fittings one would expect.
Jonah looked up at me from his seat taking a cracker with a piece of prosciutto and mozzarella.
“Feel free to join us.” James said. “We are just nibbling on some stuff we pulled from the fridge.”
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