Jenkins
Luxury sports car, restaurant in a five-star hotel, caviar, champagne… and the best part, not a single word from the man who has provided me with all these wonderful pleasures. Can you ask for more? If this keeps up, it might turn out I enjoy being kidnapped.
“Do you want more?” Zeldric asks just after I finish my dessert, a delicious chocolate cake that almost made me lick the plate.
I guess the silence couldn’t last forever. It’s a shame.
I shake my head.
“You’re very quiet, and from what little I know of you, I’m afraid you’re planning something.”
I lean back in the cushioned chair and adjust my hair over my right shoulder. The restaurant is empty. Actually, I haven’t seen any staff except the waiter, and that makes me suspect that Zeldric has realized there’s a chance I m
