CHAPTER 52

HAZEL'S POV:

Zion led me into the cottage. Surprisingly, it was well cleaned. It wasn't something I expected. I had known Zion to be a messy person.

"I'm shocked that you're able to keep this place clean, Zion," I said as I went and settled on one of the only two sofas in the small room.

Zion smiled and went to the kitchen. I could see him from where I was seated as the kitchen was built in a way that you could oversee the small living room from there.

He smiled and placed a cup on the counter before he spoke. "I'm rarely at home. It's always clean apart from the times I return with a came and want to cut it up. You're lucky you didn't meet the house that way,"

I wrinkled my nose. "This place would be really messed up,"

"And smelling really bad, for real," Zion said. He went to the tiny and almost broken cabinet in the kitchen. Pulling it open with difficulty, he took out a jar of coffee and creamer. "I should oil the hinges. It's so rusted that it rarel