Chapter 53
- The kitchen smelled of burnt toast and tension. Amara was at the stove, flipping a pancake that was quickly turning into a charcoal briquette. Leo was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, watching her with a mix of amusement and irritation.
- "You know, you could help," Amara said, her voice tight as she scraped the burnt pancake onto a plate.
- Leo's eyebrow rose. "Since when do you need help in the kitchen?"