Page 106 of Bound By Crimson

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That’s when she saw her.

Through the fogged pane, near the far door—

Mrs. Thornwick stood perfectly still, watching.

Her expression unreadable.

Cold.

Disapproving.

Lyric froze.

Her arms loosened around Kai’s neck.

“What is it?” he asked, breathless.

She glanced back—but the window was empty.

“Nothing,” she said quickly, forcing a smile. “Just got a chill.”

He wrapped her tighter. “I’ll warm you up.”

But something in her had already cooled.

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That evening, they dined in the formal dining room.

Long polished table, more forks than Lyric knew what to do with, and a chandelier that looked like it belonged in a museum.

Mrs. Thornwick sat at the head of the table, elegant in a dark green silk dress.

She made pleasant conversation—about the weather, the roses, the chef’s new marinade.

Until Kai, beaming, said,

“We’ve been talking about getting married. Before the baby comes. I thought the garden would be perfect.”

Lyric smiled, warmth blooming in her chest.

Mrs. Thornwick tilted her head, smile tight.

“Oh, that’s a lovely idea. I imagine something simple would suit you best, yes?”

Her eyes flicked to Lyric.

“After all, that’s what you’re used to.”

The warmth drained from Lyric’s chest.

She stared down at her plate.

“And is there a ring?” Mrs. Thornwick asked sweetly.

“I’d love to see it.”

There was a pause.

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