Tangled

Chapter 49

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“Good morning,” Clayton says with a smile, and I step back to let him into the apartment. He pauses for just a moment when he sees Selene, and I wait for the questions–but he doesn’t ask any.

He’s polite like that.

Honestly, outside of my paranoia and not wanting to rely on him, he seems like a pretty great guy.

Clayton strides into the kitchen like he owns it–which, I mean, he does–while I stand around feeling awkward and out of place in this fancy apartment. He seems so at home here, like he belongs.

“Everything okay with the phone?” he calls out from the kitchen. “You didn’t text me this morning.”

“Oh, uh, no issues,” I reply, glancing down at the sleek new device on the end table. “I just woke up a little while ago and haven’t set it up yet.” S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

There’s a brief pause, and then the sound of a pot clattering onto the stove. “Have you eaten?”

I shake my head, even though he can’t see me. “No,

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not yet.”

“Well, go relax then. I’ll whip up some breakfast.”

Before I can protest, he emerges from the kitchen, those intense green eyes fixing me with a look that brooks no argument. Grasping my shoulders, he turns me towards the plush couch and gives me a gentle nudge in that direction.

“Go on, I’ve got this.”

I open my mouth to argue, but one glance at his resolute expression has me snapping it shut again. Instead, I just nod and make my way over to the couch, sinking into the soft cushions with a sigh.

Selene, ever my loyal companion, leans against me as she focuses on her show, resting her head on my lap. I absently run my fingers through her soft fur, trying to ignore the sounds of Clayton puttering around in the kitchen.

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weird, having someone else cook for me. Take care of me. I’m so used to being the one doing all the work, all the cooking and cleaning. Having someone else step into that role makes me

But at the

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to have someone else shoulder that burden for a change. To be taken care of, instead of being the one doing all the

thinks he’s my mate.

get too comfortable here, too used to having Clayton around. This isn’t

sizzle of bacon on a hot pan has my ears perking up–Selene’s, too–and the

of me for just a

little comfortable, right? Since I can’t

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with Clayton

me. No more kisses on the forehead. He’s just there, polite

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I’m taken care

she doesn’t have anything against Clayton in the first place. She doesn’t like the idea of being trapped here, but she has nothing against him.

wanting to think about him, I focus on my cup of creamer with a splash of coffee, adding another

of o

giving my drink a little side–eye, but I’m

like coffee without a lot of flavor to mask

I try to settle into

sip at it, letting the sugary taste

filtering through my ears.

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to tune out, even with the mindless chatter of

with Blackwood is escalating…”

send a shiver down my spine, and I clutch my mug a little tighter,

his demands, but they’re

the implications of his

sink in.

Westwood? Is a war

seems to be at the center of

liquid spills all over my lap. My breath catches in my

girl.

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