Chapter 59

Calling this dinner a meal felt like a stretch. In reality, it was nothing more than a protein bar and a bottle of water standard emergency rations. Under normal circumstances, the estate’s kitchen staff would have prepared something decent. Now that Rafael’s team had taken over, they could have easily whipped up something warm a bowl of soup, maybe even a sandwich. But it was late, and asking them to go out of their way for me felt unnecessary. Still, someone had left a pot of hot tea, a small kindness that helped chase away the lingering chill in my bones.