Bound to my Enemy-Chapter 33.

Elaine’s POV 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"This is a dinner," he says. "Not a battlefield."

I look past him. Suits. Dresses. Smiles that don’t reach the eyes.

"Funny," I reply. "Everyone looks armed."

His mouth curves, just barely. Not a smile. Something close

Before he can say anything back, a clear, sharp sound cuts through the room.

Clink. Clink.

A spoon against glass.

The noise ripples outward, conversations tapering off in uneven waves until the hall settles into something quieter.

I don’t need to turn to know who it is.

My grandfather has always had a way of commanding a room without raising his voice.

"May I have your attention," he says. Like he doesn’t have it already.

Zane’s gaze flicks past me, toward the head of the room. His jaw tightens a fraction, like he already knows what’s coming.

I step half a pace away from him, instinct more than intention, and turn.

My grandfather stands near the long table, glass raised but untouched. He looks exactly the same as he always does. Straight-backed. Controlled.

Lucas moves closer to me again. Not touching. Just close enough that I feel the heat from his arm.

Ivy appears at my other side, eyes wide but bright, like she’s bracing.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice," my grandfather continues. "I won’t take much of your time."

A lie. Everyone here knows it.

"This evening," he says, "is about family. About unity. And about the future."

I feel Zane shift behind me.

"There have been discussions," my grandfather goes on, "that concern the Whitmore family and our own. Discussions that have now reached a conclusion."

A murmur ripples through the room. Quiet and curious.

I keep my face still. Ivy’s fingers twitch near mine

"It is my pleasure," my grandfather says, "to formally announce the engagement of my granddaughter, Elaine, to Mr. Zane Whitmore."

The room reacts all at once.

Gasps that aren’t quite . Heads turning toward me, then toward Zane, then back again like they’re watching a tennis match.

I don’t move.

I don’t look at Zane.

I stare straight ahead and breathe.

Lucas swears under his breath.

Ivy’s hand closes around mine this time. Tight and Solid.

My grandfather lowers his glass. "Dinner will be served shortly."

And just like that, the announcement is over.

Sound rushes back in. Voices overlap. Someone laughs a little too loudly. Someone else claps, unsure if they’re supposed to.

I turn slowly.

Zane is already watching me.

"Well," I say quietly, because if I don’t speak now I might not at all. "That was efficient."

His eyes flick to my hand still clasped in Ivy’s, then to Lucas, who looks like he’s one wrong breath away from exploding.

"You didn’t seem surprised," Zane says.

"I’ve had practice," I reply.

Lucas steps in before Zane can respond. "We need to talk."

Zane’s gaze shifts to him, sharp now. Old tension hums between them, thick enough to feel.

"I imagine we will," Zane says calmly. "Not tonight."

Lucas lets out a humorless laugh. "You don’t get to decide that."

Zane doesn’t rise to it. He looks back at me instead. "You okay?"

The question catches me off guard.

Lucas stiffens. Ivy’s grip tightens.

I meet Zane’s eyes. "Does it matter?"

"Yes," he says. Simple and firm.

I study his face, looking for the angle, the trap. All I find is patience. Controlled. Dangerous.

"I’m fine," I say. "For now."

He nods once. "Good."

Then, quieter, meant only for me, "We’ll talk after dinner."

"I didn’t agree to that," I say just as quietly.

His mouth tilts. "You didn’t object either."

I don’t answer.

Servers begin moving through the room, setting plates, pouring wine. The evening shifts gears like nothing monumental just happened.

Lucas leans down toward me. "We’re not done," he murmurs. "This isn’t over."

"I know," I say.

Ivy looks between us. "Can we sit we start a scene?"

"Too late," Lucas mutters, but he steps back.

Zane gestures toward the table. "Shall we?"

I hesitate, then nod.