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Taking a seat at the table, I use the space to think about my situation. Without a phone, there’s no way I can contact my parents or Ethan.
I can walk out of the mansion right now while Julian and Raiden were busy making out with each other but I know it’d just get me into more trouble.
The Solveig estate is huge.
Without knowing my way around, I’d lose my way quickly. After that, it would only be a matter of time until Garcia and his cronies hunted me down.
A cold shiver slides down my back. I can’t let them capture me again.
Julian wouldn’t come to my rescue a second time.
Besides, I can’t forget the reason I’m here.
The Solveig Pack would hunt me down even if I manage to escape. I doubt my parents can hide from them for long.
The smartest option for me is to make myself useful so that they see a reason to keep me here instead of in the dorms.
My body still aches from sleeping on the ground as well as the numerous kicks and punches I took this morning. It’s difficult to walk but I get to work.
Julian said he hates cooking, so I have to make sure he sees I can do it for him.
Getting off the chair, I grab the used plates and mugs from the table and carry them to the sink. Turning on the faucet, I quickly rinse and wash them.
Once the dishes are back in their cabinet, I open the fridge.
The shelves are stocked with fresh vegetables, fruit, and meat.
Since lunch hour is arriving, I decide to make soup and sandwiches.
But what to cook? I have no idea what Julian and Raiden like.
My gaze falls on a bag of organic cherry tomatoes. Bending down, I open the drawer containing leafy vegetables and herbs. The sight of a bunch of fresh basil helps me make up my mind.
I decide to cook them a classic. Grilled cheese sandwiches with a rich, creamy tomato soup.
The combo was a favorite with the diners at La Cocina.
Taking a deep breath, I take out the ingredients I need and get to work.
Ethan always roasted his tomatoes to develop a richer flavor, so I do the same.
While the tomatoes are roasting, I make basil oil by grinding the leaves with a generous amount of olive oil.
The kitchen comes alive with the smells of my cooking.
I stay busy over the next hour. It keeps my mind from imagining all the things Raiden would be doing to Julian.
Are they doing it on the bed?I wonder when I sit down to take a break.
My core throbs at the thought of sleeping in the same bed they were using right now.
“Fuck,” I mutter, knocking my forehead with a fist. I need to control my instincts before them.
The sound of gently bubbling soup lulls me into a doze. I lean down on the table and rest my head on the surface.
I must’ve fallen asleep at some point because I suddenly jerk awake at the sound of male voices. A groan escapes me as I push my sore, aching body to sit up.
“It smells amazing in here.”
