Ambrose wasn’t home. Right after leaving me in the room, I watched him ride his car and drive away. I figured he went to the packhouse.
He only asked someone to deliver our dinner and I was hoping it was someone from his pack but I was wrong. It was someone from a five-star restaurant in the city. How does he even ask a five-star restaurant to send their staff to a house in the middle of the forest at dusk just to give dinner?
I wonder how much money Ambrose paid for that.
“Are you okay?” Myra asked me when she saw me playing with my food.
Daniel was sitting across us, happily eating his food.
I looked at Myra and nodded. “I’m just not hungry,” I told her as I put my fork down. “I think I’m going to rest now,” I announced.
“This early, ma’am?” Daniel looked up and asked me.
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