Chapter 9

Thea finished chopping an onion and was about to throw it into a bowl when the lights flickered. Then she heard a huge popping sound before the entire cabin was plunged into darkness.

Turning off the burner behind her, she waited a few more minutes, hoping the power would come back on. The darkness persisted. Sighing, she turned on her phone’s flashlight, swearing under her breath when she saw that her battery was low.

“Did you hear that?” called Anthony from the living room. He came into the kitchen, the light of his flashlight brighter than Thea’s phone.

“Yeah, I heard it.” Thea sighed her displeasure. Although the rain had stopped, a windstorm had blown in, and apparently it had done something to make the power go off.

“I’m going to go check what it was. It’s probably the generator,” said Anthony.

Thea frowned at Anthony’s retreating back. Since when did some pampered billionaire know how to fix a generator? Morbidly curious, she put on her boots and followed him outside.

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