Chapter 185

• Marcel's POV
• The dining room looked different too—more polished, more sterile. Eden’s taste, no doubt. I preferred the warmth it used to have, the scent of old wood and aged wine lingering in the air. Now everything felt… newer. Colder.
• The long table had been set, and the servants moved efficiently around us. Eden sat at the head like a king, smug and relaxed, while I took a seat to his right. Ella hadn’t joined us—she was still with Evelyn—and Kyle was probably off somewhere pretending to be asleep just to avoid this breakfast. I didn’t blame him.