SUBMISSION AND CONTROL.

Chapter: 26

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Zeke's POV:

My gaze snapped to the door, instincts flaring. The shift in energy prickled along my skin—a silent warning. But as my eyes adjusted, I realized there was no threat. Just an unexpected presence.

A woman stood in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the dim hallway light. She's not a girl, but a woman. Her uniform—a sleek red dress with the hotel's insignia stitched neatly near her chest—marked her as staff. A waitress, maybe, I didn't know.

She stepped inside with quiet confidence, her expression unreadable. In her hands, a silver tray balanced with a bottle of scotch and two empty glasses. The soft clink of glass against metal cut through the thick, charged air—an unwelcome intrusion, well maybe, not totally.