Chapter 6It’s a bright morning, and Zeke is up early again, nursing a cup of tea in the mansion’s kitchen. He’s been here for a week, and hasn’t left in that time. He’s had nowhere he’s wanted to go enough to go under guard.
When Brenton comes into the kitchen, Zeke isn’t sure what to do, if he should say something. Brenton has been weird with him all week. Not avoiding him, exactly, but on edge, and Zeke’s caught him whispering with members of his band a bunch of times.
“Morning. There’s fresh orange juice in the fridge,” Zeke says.
Brenton breaks into a smile. “Thank you. I thought I forgot to put it on the list Penny was making.”
“I added it,” Zeke admits.
“But you don’t like it,” Brenton says, pouring a glass.
“I know, but you do.” Zeke shrugs as Brenton puts away the juice and c
