Jenkins
This feels strange. The house is so quiet… And I don’t just mean Zeldric’s private wing. Most of his men have left with Lagos, Gambo, Oscar, Beni, and even Luna. Only a few remain patrolling the gardens.
"Where is everyone?" I ask my fork halfway to my mouth.
I don’t know who prepared the food, but it’s delicious. I’ve noticed that sometimes dinner is delivered pre-made to this part of the house. There’s also a cleaning service every few days, and once, I overheard Lagos mentioning that they have a private chef’s kitchen somewhere in the house. I just don’t know where.
Zeldric pulls his eyes away from his phone screen and sighs. This whole dinner and conversation idea isn’t going as expected. I thought he would at least talk to me, but we’ve been sitting here for over an hour,
